Harmony
We leave the car for Nouveau Palais. We don't hold hands, but I'm pretty sure he's worried about touching me, which is both sweet and annoying because since the moment I picked him up, all I've wanted is his hands all over my skin.
I get it, though; I'm not like him yet, and his protectiveness over me is more than likely at its peak right now—especially as he's finally getting explanations for the questions he's had all this time. He should be making sense of things, and the more I tell him, the more everything should fall into place.
Still, I feel sad for him. It must be so much to take in. It’s not like he had a choice in this, so no matter what I tell him, he’s gotta accept it because it’s what he is.
Least Davonyé had a choice…
He holds the door open for me to go inside the restaurant and I all the way approve of that. I don't think any man has ever held a door for me.
Apart from my Dad.
He’s quickly beside me again, smelling fucking incredible. I feel like the more I see him, the more attractive he becomes to me. My whole body shuddered when he appeared in the car park, and the closer he got the more excited I became. He’s looking fine as fuck, too. He’s wearing a black jacket lined with orange fleece, a black V neck tee, and black jeans over some sneaks that match.
I thought he looked good in his suits, but the man wears the hell out of casual. It’s nice to see him looking so laid back, too, cuz almost every time I’ve seen him, he’s been so tense. I’m looking forward to getting to know the real Jaheim now he can be himself with me.
I look around for a table. Well, if he wanted somewhere public, this place is definitely it. It’s busy, which is usual for a Saturday night because it’s open late, and it’s loud because most people in here are under the influence.
I’d love a drink, too, so maybe my new Boo can drive, seeing as he can’t get fucked up.
We find an empty table near the back, and after we slip off our jackets, I watch him scanning the menu. Lawd, he makes my heart race in ways it never has before. My eyes keep wandering to his muscular arms as they flex and then to his neck because his caramel skin literally looks good enough to fucking eat.
It feels like forever since I last had sex, and I won’t lie and say I don't miss it. I love everything about sex; there ain’t nothing I ain’t up for trying at least once. He probably ain’t gonna fuck me yet, but I don’t even care. His head game is strong as hell and I love giving head anyways.
Ugh… Just the thought of what he might sound like balls-deep in my throat makes me hot as fucking hell.
Maybe he might release one of those sexy ass growls again.
His hazel eyes lift to mine. “What are you thinking about?”
“Trust me, you don't wanna know the answer to that question,” I say, picking up a menu to give it a once over. Hell, I ain’t trying to push his ware out in public like that.
Not yet.
“Do you know what you want?”
He gives me a curious look and then places the menu back in its holder. “You choose.”
“Alright. Is there anything you don’t like?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
Hmm, I feel like he means something else with that answer. Hopefully, he’s really talking about sex.
I put my menu back, too. “Me either.” The way his eyes darken tells me we’re on the same page. I smirk. “Do you want a drink?”
“Do you?”
“I wouldn’t mind one. You okay to drive my car?”
He nods. “What we having?”
“It’s a surprise.”
I feel his eyes on me, but the waitress appears, so I roll off what I want in French, asking for our drinks to come with the food, and then she leaves us again.
“You speak fluent French?”
Yeah, I straight up did that shit on purpose. I might be young, but I sure as hell ain’t dumb. Hell, I could’ve jumped two years in school, the only reason I didn’t was because I wanted to do that shit with Ella. “I speak sixteen languages.”
That surprises him.
I smile. “My Dad’s old, so is my Uncle Clarence,” I say as an explanation.
“How old?” he asks, his voice low.
It's busy in here, so I don't pay as much care to it. “My Dad’s a hundred and forty, and my Uncle’s two hundred and forty-nine. I have another Uncle, Uncle Dee, but he’s only sixty-one.”
He blinks and that makes me chuckle.
“Why do you think you still look twenty?”
“I had wondered... So can't I die?”
I feel a twinge of something when he says that. “You can, if you lose your head or your heart... Only my Aunt and Uncle can't, but anyone who's had my Aunt’s or cousin’s blood can live forever.”
Hs eyes widen. “Blood?”
I nod, hiding my frown when he doesn’t realise that the death of his parents don’t add up. I guess it still isn’t the right time… “Yeah, their blood has special attributes because they’re Ariya’s descendants.” I give in and hold his hand, wanting to touch him—and it feels good to. “They’ll offer it to you now. All our family’s had it. It will make you stronger.”
“I dunno if I wanna be stronger.” He gives me a look. “Not yet anyway.”
I smirk. “Yeah, maybe not yet. My father’s bloodline is strongest after my Aunt’s, so when I change, I might end up being stronger than you.”
That intrigues him. “I’ll look forward to finding out.”
Me, too… I take a quick look down at his chest again. “Where were your parents from?”
“My mother was French, and my father was Bajan. Yours?”
I nod. Ugh... That's a mix if there ever was one. “My Mom's from England, but she's Jamaican and Chinese. Dad’s African American and he’s from Michigan.”
He looks over my face. “You have beautiful eyes.”
That comment makes me wonder what colour his really are. “Thanks. What colour are yours?”
He smiles. “What colour do you think?”
I smile back. “I dunno... Gold?”
He shakes his head.
“Red?”
“Nope. Amber.”
“Amber...” Wow. I think I've only seen a few wares at the holds with that eye colour. “I bet they're beautiful.”
He gives me a look. “Why don't you hide your eyes?”
I shrug. “Because people just think I wear contacts. People in Montréal are a little quirky; none of us hide our eyes. Fuck all that. We got better things to be doing with our time than to be worrying about shit like that.”
“Oh, yeah. Like what?”
“I think that's a question you already know the answer to. There are two things people like us live to do. Top of the list is fuck, second, if you've changed, is hunt.”
His eyes darken and I shiver because I swear his scent all the way intensifies. “Why do you smell so good to me?”
I all the way smile. “You do to me, too. That's just how it is.” I look down at our hands. “We were made for each other, so everything about me is meant to allure you, same as how everything about you is made to allure me.”
“I want to kiss you... everywhere.”
I look back up and get lost in his eyes. “Same.”
Our food and drinks arrive, and I think I’ve shocked him with how much there is. I ordered the hanger steak and potatoes, a bacon cheeseburger with poutine, a side order of fried chicken, and some mac and cheese. I also got us some of the ricotta beignets and a slice of sweet potato pie.
I think Ella’s increased my appetite, cuz I swear I could eat all this shit on my own.
“You weren’t lying when you said you were hungry.”
I laugh. “I’m pretty sure Ella has something to do with this. She said to eat as much as possible because I’ll gain weight twice as fast for the next two weeks.”
He nods. “This all looks good.”
“Try the steak first. It’s really good.”
I start on the poutine while he tries it, and I see he’s impressed.
“So, next question? I've got all the answers y’know.”
He chuckles. “Is that so, Princess?”
I smile because princess is back. “Yeah...”
“Full moons...”
I smirk cuz we’re onto the fun topics now. “I've heard about those. Let me guess; heightened everything and increased strength?”
He nods.
“And you wanna get your dick worked harder?”
He quickly swallows his mouthful and licks his lips. “Why are you trying to torture me?”
I shrug. “I'm not. I'm blunt, Jaheim. That's just how I am.”
“Jesus,” he hisses.
I laugh, and he watches me with narrowed eyes. Ugh... He's sexy. I decide to give him a break. “You'll sense them coming. They heighten everything for us. Not me, but you.”
He nods. “That's something I knew.”
I rest my fork down on the side of my plate. “I've spoken to my family about you. Yesterday. They were shocked when I told them about you not knowing. It's not often this happens, and my Uncle Clarence hasn't even met anyone who's been through it. You're quite the guy.”
His eyes flash with something. “I am.”
That makes me smile. “I don’t doubt it.”
He shakes his head. “I've been alone with this for so long. Being able to finally share it with someone is gonna take a minute to get used to.”
Shit, that makes my heart hurt. “I can't even begin to imagine what you've been through. Just take whatever time you need. My family aren’t going anywhere, but when you are ready, just know you’ll be welcomed with open arms.”
He nods and carries on eating, but I just watch him, trying to imagine what he looks like changed. I sigh; I bet he's just as fine.
His eyes soon return to mine. “What you thinking about now?”
“How good you look changed. What colour is your fur?”
He looks surprised by that.
I frown. “What? Don't you like that side of you at all?”
The look he gives me breaks my heart, cuz I can tell he doesn't.
“Jaheim...” I don't even know what to say, but I swear it's gonna be my mission to make him love that side of him if it's the last thing I do. “So can I not even know the colour?”
“Black and grey.”
Shit, another good mix. No matter how he feels about his ware, I bet he looks hot. “Well, I can't wait to see...” To touch his fur and smell his scent all heightened... I look down at my plate, suddenly feeling all the way turned on. Hell, I ain't even gonna deny I'm a freak. I wonder if he'd let me suck his dick while he's in his ware form? I wonder if he'd eat my pussy while he is...
“Why is your heart racing like that?”
I look up at him. “Trust me, you definitely don't wanna know.”
“I do.”
I quickly lick my lips because they all of a sudden feel dry as fuck. “I was wondering what you'd be up for while you were in that form.”
I watch as what I've said slowly sinks in. He blinks. “Are you real?”
My excitement soars because he hasn’t told me nothing. “All the way real. I bet you like it rough, too, don't you? We all do, before or after twenty. We're all the same. We like it hard, with pain thrown in.” My pussy clenches. “It's what we do best.”
He shifts and I wonder if he's as hard as I imagine under the table. “You're right, you shouldn’t’ve told me.”
“Do you like being bitten?”
His eyes darken again. “No one’s ever bitten me.”
My eyes widen at that. “So maybe, despite me being younger than you, I might be able to teach you some shit.”
That makes him smile. “Possibly.”
I smile, too. “I’m always up for a challenge, Boo.”