Total pages in book: 203
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
After we went back to his place, or, I should say our place, we napped and then I accidentally burnt a lasagna that his family made and put in the freezer. In my defense, it’s half my fault, half Jase’s fault. I forgot to set a timer, but he’s the one who distracted me.
With his penis.
We peeled away the extra-crispy (black as tar) top layer, and it wasn’t a total loss. After dinner, we snuggled up on the couch planning to watch a movie, but he couldn’t keep his hands off me, so we didn’t see much of it. That’s okay. It was The Princess Bride, which I’ve seen no less than a hundred times.
I’m sore today. And I want to shift again. Because I want to and also because it dawned on me yesterday that the shift I’d done had eliminated all my virginity-removal related muscle pain.
Convenient! Shift+alt (ernate body shape) and … delete!
If I had a brand-new book for every time over the years that I’d wished I could shift to delete an ache, pain, or ouchie like other citizens of our pack, I’d need another dozen bookshelves.
I’m still astonished I no longer need my eyeglasses. Heck, I’m more than astounded that I have a wolf! Shifting yesterday was incredible, but it still felt like I was locked behind a screen, simply watching a scene play out. I can’t wait to shift again today and see if there’s any difference. And also visit my parents. Because they didn’t get to meet my wolf yesterday.
I’m betting word has spread through the pack by now, especially given that my brother’s neighbor Claire saw my wolf. She’s a founding member of the Arcana Falls phone tree. Jase told me my wolf was still the size it was the night we mated. We’ll see if there’s any change today.
Today, there are a whole lot of supplies being delivered. And I’m excited to watch my hunky mate create bookshelves and make me a rolling ladder with his skilled, bare hands from my new pink reading chair. I wonder if he’s got popcorn here.
***
I’m sitting on the floor, a wood stain palette in my hand. But my eyes are on Jase. And they have been for a while.
“Surprised you’re not in your new chair, reading a book,” he says. “This is a process, babe. Gonna take time before there’s progress.”
“I like to watch you work.”
And I really do. Always have. He’s in a deliciously tight white muscle shirt, his toolbelt over his faded old jeans. He’s got a baseball cap on. Construction boots. Even the red carpenter pencil tucked behind his ear is sexy.
Watching him concentrate, make decisions, watching those muscles move as he stretches, squats, bends over, and carries heavy stuff… yum.
It’s extra fun watching him do this, because he’s making me bookshelves for not only my book collection, but also the additional twenty-odd books that he gifted me. I’ve always thought he was good with his hands and now I know what he can do with them on an intimate basis, giving me an even deeper appreciation.
“Since your parents didn’t give you a middle name when you were born, I think I’m going to give you one. Dexter.”
He frowns. “My middle name is Robert, babe.”
“Is it?” I ask. “Hm. I can’t believe I never knew that. I think Dexter makes more sense.”
“Because?”
“Dexterity.”
He gives me half a smile while writing something on a piece of wood with his pencil and tucking it behind his ear again. He’s missing my point, I guess.
“You are dexterous,” I point out, wiggling my eyebrows. “Quite dexterous.” I wiggle my fingers.
He throws his head back and laughs.
“Finally, he gets my meaning.”
My new chair is in the master bedroom right now. It’s way too large to fit out here with the amount of building materials and tools required for this project.
He’s already gotten my input on his plan, which I absolutely love. The shelving will be built all around the front window, going straight up to snug into the outline of the roof peak so we’ll have some partial and shorter shelves right up to the ceiling. He’ll be putting my chair in front of that window and since the foot of it will nearly touch the banister overlooking the stairs, blocking the way to the other rooms, he talked about upgrading the window to make it a bump-out, giving us more space. We don’t really need easy access to those rooms for the time being, but I like the way he thinks. And this quickly escalated to Jase offering to also put a small second floor balcony off that window so I can opt to read inside or outside.
I told him he didn’t have to go through such an enormous project, especially since we have a front porch and a back deck already, both of which are excellent outdoor reading spaces, but after seeing how excited I got at the notion, he insisted and admittedly, I’m stoked.