Nineteen : Breakfast
True to his words, Eros finished setting down breakfast right after I got out of the bathroom.
I could see steaming pancakes, eggs, sausages, bacon, muffins, and waffles.
It was almost like an all you can eat buffet.
My mouth started to water like I haven’t eaten in ages, which was rather alarming since I was pretty much stuffed with food until I felt my stomach grow taut last night.
It was probably because the smell was so delicious that I couldn’t help myself.
At least that was what I am going to tell myself.
“I don’t know what you like to eat in the morning so I brought a little bit of each,” Eros said after he set down another plate of mixed fruits.
“All of it looks good, thank you,” I reply, eyes trying to absorb the food into my stomach.
I hate making decisions when it came to all of this delicious food.
What should I put in my mouth first?
I wanted to eat everything, but my stomach wouldn’t be able to handle all of this, which is such a waste.
Eros sat across from me, watching me pour syrup over a plate of steaming pancakes and didn’t say a word.
I stuffed the first forkful into my mouth and felt as if I could die from happiness.
Food is definitely a mood saver.
After another mouthful, I noticed that Eros was still staring at me instead of digging in.
I don’t think that watching me eat is going to make him full.
Swallowing down what I had in my mouth, I reached for the water pitcher in hopes of not choking from eating too fast.
Eros noticed my reddening face and poured out a cup of water before handing the cup to me.
If I didn’t know any better, I would think that I am having a really strange dream.
A dream where the strong Alpha of a werewolf pack is serving me breakfast at my beck and call.
I think I slept enough last night.
Why do I feel like I’m hallucinating?
“Aren’t you going to eat?” I drop the fork momentarily, glancing at him through my lashes.
His right arm reached across the table towards me and I furrowed my brows in question.
What is he doing?
Eros’ long fingers brushed across the corner of my mouth, swiping at what I assumed must have been syrup that got stuck there in my haste to fill my stomach.
“You go ahead, I will get my fill later,” he drawls rather mysteriously.
And I question what is up with his weird reply when he pops the syrup-filled finger into his mouth and languidly licks it.
His reply seemed almost as if it wouldn’t be actual food that he would be eating but, rather, someone.
I clear my throat and pick up the fork again, stabbing some scrambled eggs and hastily chewed as if I didn’t notice how erotic his actions were.
That and the fact that I found him somewhat more tempting than this table of breakfast.
Is that normal?
It makes me wonder if Eros was always this sexy and tempting.
Shaking my head to clear the thoughts, I continued to eat to fill the silence.
The next twenty or so minutes flew by rather quickly.
And, literally, all that I could hear was the sound of my chewing, swallowing, and slow breathing.
I was starting to get annoyed by the continuous sounds of me eating.
Yet Eros didn’t seem to mind in the least because he was continuously handing me the other plates that I wanted.
I was actually starting to get embarrassed at eating so much in front of him.
Once my stomach started to ache from being too full, I hesitantly set down my fork.
I obviously didn’t want another repeat of yesterday night where he ‘helped’ me finish my meal.
Eros didn’t protest.
He reached towards my face again, this time with a napkin in his hand.
My mouth parts to tell him that I could do it myself but only air comes out.
The white, slightly damp, napkin brushes against the corner my mouth and delicately swipes across.
I sat there frozen in my spot as he helps me clean my lips of food.
The words to refuse him were quickly swallowed down because of the peaceful expression laced with hints of adoration radiating from the depths of his eyes.
I have never been on the receiving end of someone’s affections before and it makes me feel out of place, that or I haven’t fully awakened yet.
I don’t really know.
But so far, Eros seems to be very nice.
He was completely different compared to what I had thought.
I’ve seen Eros with his Alpha front up.
Defensive, cold like a thick fortified wall and seemingly emotionless.
Yet when he’s in front of me, he’s a completely calm and harmless person that seems to really like taking care of me, and, on occasions, teases me.
“You don’t have to do that. I can take care of myself,” I murmur after gathering my thoughts together.
Eros brushes a lock of unruly hair behind my ear and I had to restrain myself from moving.
“I want to.” His lips tipped upwards into a self-satisfied smile at my slightly gaping expression.
The left side of my face tingles when his warm palm brushes innocently across and our eyes meet for almost a millennium—I’m exaggerating.
I don’t know how I managed to lower my gaze away from his burning hot one, but I did.
“Why?” I slowly inquired, testing the waters to see how long this calm Eros would remain.
“If I don’t spoil and take care of my own mate then who will?” he replied adamantly. And I can tell that Eros seemed adamant on his care of me.
At this rate, I feel as if I will become solely dependent on him.
If his care and treatment of me continues like this, I don’t think I would really mind.
But that would be a very very bad thing.
Was he trying to make me so dependent on him that I wouldn’t be able to walk away?
Well, if that’s the case then I think he succeeded.
“I’ll show you around the packhouse,” Eros said as he helped me up to my feet since I felt like I would roll now with how much food I stuffed into my face.
My eyes immediately lightened in excitement, not because I actually wanted to tour this place but because I wanted to analyze and discover as many escape routes as possible.
“Sure.” I straighten out my shirt when I realize that I’m not dressed appropriately enough to go out.
It was fine to wear this in front of Eros since he’s already seen everything, but the thought of having other people staring at my intimate areas made me uncomfortable.
Am I getting too comfortable around Eros or what?
As if noticing my dilemma, Eros magically set a creamy white dress onto my lap.
“I’ll go change real quick!” I exclaimed.
I hopped into the bathroom and pulled off the only item on my body in a rush to change.
As I unraveled the dress, a nude set of bra and panties, that looked rather lacy and sexy, came tumbling to the ground.
I’ve never owned anything this sexy before in my life, not that I had anyone to impress anyways.
With no qualms, I ended up putting on the undergarments and noticed that it fit perfectly.
How he managed to get the correct sizes for both is beyond me.
And I tried not to dwell on that or else my blood pressure will go through the roof.
With a sigh, I unzipped the dress and prepared to pull it on when I noticed the masculine scent that accompanied the fabric.
This dress also smelled like Eros.
He didn’t try it on did he?
What the hell?
My mind couldn’t wrap around this weird fact and I stood in my place for nearly a whole minute in wonder.
I know werewolves are rather protective and possessive of their things, but he really needed to calm down.
His scent is nice and all, but shouldn’t my clothes smell like my own?