Page 63 of Never Flirt with a Dragon
He made a noise of agreement.
My excitement faded slightly as I padded to the new kitchen table. It was stunning, and I dragged my fingers slowly over the ashy brown wood as I took a seat.
After a few minutes of slightly awkward silence, I spoke again. “I’m sorry I made you move so many things. I know it was probably frustrating, and I appreciate that you didn’t lose your temper. I like to move my furniture around a few times a year to make everything feel fresh and new, so I’d like to say I won’t ask you to move anything again, but I probably will.”
“It wasn’t frustrating. Moving things around isn’t a big deal. It certainly isn’t something I’d ever lose my temper over.”
“I don’t know, you seem to get angry fairly easily…” I regretted the words as soon as they were out, and bit my lip. Hard.
“That’s heat’s doing. And the anger originates from the possibility of losing you; it’s never been directed at you.”
Was that true?
I tried to think back to the times he’d been angry…
Maybe they all had been when another guy or scent was added to the mix. He really hadn’t gotten mad at me before.
“So your personality will change after the bond is sealed?”
“When I’m no longer driven by my instincts, yes, I’ll be myself again.”
That was bizarre to think about.
He was so controlled by his dragon side that he didn’t even feel like himself.
It sounded shitty.
He asked me something, but I was so lost in my thoughts, I barely heard the question.
“Miranda?” he repeated.
“Hmm?”
“Are you in pain?”
My body ached badly, and I was basically a pool of sweat. “Not really.”
It was a lie.
I wasn’t going to tell him I was hurting; he’d freak out.
Jasper growled. “I can smell your dishonesty.”
Crap.
“My life’s going to get harder the more you get to know my scent, isn’t it?”
He made a noise of frustration, but didn’t disagree.
When he flipped the pancakes onto a plate, he did so more roughly than usual.
“I think I want the bedroom across from my library, after we seal the bond. Assuming you still want to do that.”
His shoulders tensed, but he jerked his head in something that almost resembled a nod.
“Now who’s being dishonest?”
He raked a hand through his hair, still looking away from me. “It’s not dishonest. Sealing the bond still seems inevitable, so doing it now will simplify things.”
