By the time I got home, I was starving and filthy so I jumped in the shower and then started making lasagna. Bella had previously taught me so much in the kitchen, aware that I'd been a disaster chef before she came along. Her patience was amazing and she kept trying until I had a few decent meals down pat. Her words had inspired my spirits, keeping me light and happy for the rest of the day and I was content in knowing no matter what she decides to do with her friendship with Paul, she and I would be strong together. I didn't necessarily want her to end her friendship with Paul. It's not fair, even if he is in love with her. People can't help how they feel and Bella is such a kind hearted, compassionate person with soft, beautiful looks and a kinky side to boot.
I kind of berated myself for pulling in voyuers for my own personal pleasure but that thought soon dismissed itself. The wolves would have seen my sex life and Bella naked regardless because of the mind link so it wouldn't have mattered. Bella has a magnetic pull to her it seems that invites males in. It's like she's a siren, only she doesn't drain the life force out of her lovers.
Quite the opposite actually. I find myself very vigorous when she's around.
The lasagna was finishing up in the oven when Bella strolled through the door with a smile on her face. I leapt up from the couch where I was watching the nightly news and hugged her eagerly, placing sloppy kisses all over her face. She giggled and hugged me back, turning her face to meet my lips finally.
"I kind of like you being the dog who greets me." She said, her voice full of amusement. I growled at her and she laughed louder. "It smells good in here, babe."
Pulling her by the hand into the kitchen, I pushed her to sit in her chair and went to the oven, turning off the timer. "It's done now. I hope you're hungry."
She stood again. "I gotta pee, then I'll be hungry."
Once she disappeared down the hallway, I grabbed the tapered candles and small candle holders from the drawer I'd hidden them in and placed them on the table, lighting them. Turning down the overhead kitchen light and plating two settings of lasagna at our seats, I also poured two glasses of milk. I was sitting down, waiting for her when she returned. Her eyes lit up happily and the smile she graced me with was breathtaking.