Moving away from me with a quick step backwards, "I'll go make us some." He tells me and walks towards the kitchen while I am squatting on the floor covering my red cheeks. Getting up slowly walking towards the kitchen I peek inside watching him getting the ingredients ready.
"You can come inside and sit if you wish." He tells me without even looking at me, probably felt my presence. Sitting on the counter watching him whip up our meal I feel so happy. Everything is finally falling into place this is how it should be.
"How is this place filled with goods and is clean?" I ask him softly.
"I have my...our wolves come here once a week to clean." He answers me. He didn't say my, he said our.... our wolves. Does that mean he acknowledges me now? Placing a plate with steaming food in
