Chapter 27 Edible

• Ariel was laying in their bed as the sunset over the horizon, a stack of pillows behind her back for support and a book in hand. The door opened and his scent enveloped her; soon he walked in, his jaw clenched, body tensed and an unreadable expression on his face, his eyes cold, and she set the book aside and inquired,
• "Is there something wrong?" He didn't respond to her question; instead, he came straight up to her and hugged her, his nose buried in her neck. He took a few whiffs of her scent, pushed her behind the pillow, and simply laid with her. She was taken aback by his sudden behavior, but she said nothing and just lay there with him curdling her. His thick hair was caressed by her hand. And with a low growl of approval, he drew her in closer, if that was even possible. His tensed muscles soon relaxed and he drifted off to sleep. She, too, fell asleep after a while, surrounded by his calming, intoxicating scent and the sense of comfort she only finds in him.
• The ringing of the phone on the bedside table jolted him awake. That phone rarely rings because they never have to use phones. He received the phone call, and the person on the other end informed him that dinner was ready. He hung up the phone and laid straight on the bed, where she nuzzled closer to his warmth. He was taken aback, but the memories of the evening flooded back, and he smiled to himself and at the ball of warmth curdling him. Her scarlet red hair was like fire on the pillow, her face resting on top of his chest, and one of her hands gripping his shirt over his torso. He gently pushed her hair away from her face. She was sleeping soundly, a ghost smile on her lips. He kissed her on top of her head and the ghost smile became prominent. He didn't want to wake her up, but the pack was waiting for her, so he gently shook her awake. He got out of bed, and she sat up, wiping the sleep from her eyes.