36 Care

Defensive, cold like a thick fortified wall and seemingly emotionless.

Yet when he's in front of me, he's a completely calm and harmless person who seems to really like taking care of me, and, on occasions, teases me.

"You don't have to do that. I can take care of myself," I murmur after gathering my thoughts together.

Eros brushes a lock of unruly hair behind my ear and I had to restrain myself from moving.

"I want to." His lips tipped upwards into a self-satisfied smile at my slightly gaping expression.

The left side of my face tingles when his warm palm brushes innocently across and our eyes meet for almost a millennium—I'm exaggerating.

I don't know how I managed to lower my gaze away from his burning hot one, but I did.

"Why?" I slowly inquired, testing the waters to see how long this calm Eros would remain.

"If I don't spoil and take care of my own mate then who will?" he replied adamantly. And I can tell that Eros seemed adamant on his care of me.

At this rate, I feel as if I will become solely dependent on him.

If his care and treatment of me continues like this, I don't think I would really mind.

But that would be a very very bad thing.

Was he trying to make me so dependent on him that I wouldn't be able to walk away?

Well, if that's the case then I think he succeeded.

"I'll show you around the packhouse," Eros said as he helped me up to my feet since I felt like I would roll now with how much food I stuffed into my face.

My eyes immediately lightened in excitement, not because I actually wanted to tour this place but because I wanted to analyze and discover as many escape routes as possible.

"Sure." I straighten out my shirt when I realize that I'm not dressed appropriately enough to go out.

It was fine to wear this in front of Eros since he's already seen everything, but the thought of having other people staring at my intimate areas made me uncomfortable.

Am I getting too comfortable around Eros or what?

As if noticing my dilemma, Eros magically set a creamy white dress onto my lap.

"I'll go change real quick!" I exclaimed.

I hopped into the bathroom and pulled off the only item on my body in a rush to change.

As I unraveled the dress, a nude set of bra and panties, that looked rather lacy and sexy, came tumbling to the ground.

I've never owned anything this sexy before in my life, not that I had anyone to impress anyways.

With no qualms, I ended up putting on the undergarments and noticed that it fit perfectly.

How he managed to get the correct sizes for both is beyond me.

And I tried not to dwell on that or else my blood pressure will go through the roof.

With a sigh, I unzipped the dress and prepared to pull it on when I noticed the masculine scent that accompanied the fabric.

This dress also smelled like Eros.

He didn't try it on did he?

What the hell?

My mind couldn't wrap around this weird fact and I stood in my place for nearly a whole minute in wonder.

I know werewolves are rather protective and possessive of their things, but he really needed to calm down.

His scent is nice and all, but shouldn't my clothes smell like my own?

Without another sigh, I fixed my hair in the mirror before stepping out of the bathroom.

As I walked out, Eros stood several steps away from the door, waiting for me.

I stepped over to him and made a move towards the door when he grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me directly in front of him.

Being this close, I could definitely see how much he towered over my form by over a head. I feel like a midget compared to all of these werewolves.

Immediately, my heart started to beat rapidly again and my palms became sweaty because of how close he was.

Just his scent and the electric tingles from his touch made me remember certain events this morning that shouldn't be roaming around in my mind.