Page 19 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

Then, and only then, did he remember what he had spent all night doing. And what he had spent all night listening to.

“I didn’t hear anything!” he blurted.

He wanted to smash his face against the doorjamb.

High above, Zenith’s cheeks turned faintly pink. Oh gods, he knew what Emre was talking about.

“Uh,” Zenith said.

Hours of secret sex sounds hung between them like a giant rampaging elephant in the room.

In an attempt to escape it, Emre dropped his gaze.

Zenith was holding a plate in his hands.

“Cookies,” Emre remembered. “You said—You said you just made them?”

Zenith looked extremely relieved as he leaned forward and lowered the plate to Emre’s height, showing him the huge, chocolate-dotted cookies. They smelled buttery and amazing. They looked amazing too, and Emre whimpered.

“Can I have one?”

“This entire plate is for you, sweetheart,” Zenith murmured.

Emre’s heart skipped at the nickname. He took the plate and hugged it to his chest, filling his lungs with the scent of cookies. He carefully picked one up and bit into it—it was chewy in the middle, melty chocolate spreading over his tongue. It washeavenly.

Emre moaned, taking another bite. “It’s so good.”

“Yeah?” Zenith grinned, his eyes lighting up.

“Mm-hm.”

Before he knew it, the cookie was gone.

Emre knew he should save the rest for later. There were only four cookies left. But he wanted to feel a chewy cookie between his teeth again; he wanted melted chocolate all over his tongue.

“I have more where these came from,” Zenith said, like he knew what Emre was thinking.

Emre’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

Zenith nodded. “You could come over and help yourself to the rest. I’ll make another batch. And some tea too, if you’d like.”

“Is this the morning-after breakfast?” Emre blurted.

And froze.

No one’s acknowledging last night!

“Oh gods,” he whispered, his face on fire. “I did not say that. I said nothing at all. Please ignore me and carry on with your life.”

Zenith’s ears were entirely pink. “I heard nothing at all.”

“Good, good.” Emre stuffed another cookie into his mouth, chewing hard. The cookie was half-gone before he knew it, and he had been too distracted to savor its amazingness. Damn it.

“So. I’ll be over at my place.” Zenith said, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“Can Buttwheel come too?” Emre blurted.

“Of course. Besides, I said I would fix its wheel today. I’ll get on that after the cookies.”