The Alpha Belongs With Me?

9

"What are you doing?" he asked as I was going towards his jeans.

"What you wanted me to do."

"Oh, not 'that.' I meant I have something I do." he paused. "Something else."

"Well, now I feel dumb, so what's this something else?"

"C'mon." he took me out of my room.

I locked my front door and got back into his car. He was driving me to his house. I remembered the route. When we got there, he unlocked his front door and told me to go to his room. So I did as I was told.

"This is what I meant." he grabbed a box out of a drawer in his closet. When he opened it, there were things made of wood- one thing he made was a wooden sculpture of my bracelet.

"It looks like my bracelet." I lifted my hand and twirled my wrist, my fingers playing with one of the charms.

"I know. I made your bracelet by this. I made this first then I brought it to a jewelry maker and he made it for you."

"That's so sweet and romantic!"

"Want to learn how to do it?"

"Hm," I hummed. "Maybe another time." I pushed him down on his back and kissed him.