Chapter 147 147- Never Mistake Wing Cuddles For Casual Contact
LEXI
Blake is up and ready to go in record time. Actually, faster than that. It’s almost suspicious. I barely have time to sit up properly before he’s already moving,
pulling on clothes, running a hand through his hair, pacing once like he has too much energy and nowhere to put it. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was
trying very hard not to look eager.
“Blake. I still need time to get ready.” I say, amused despite myself. He pauses, like that hadn’t occurred to him.
“Right… Of course.” he says, a little stiffly. He steps back, giving me space, but I can still feel the restless energy coming off him in waves. He’s nervous.
And excited. Which… honestly makes sense. It’s like getting up at a hellish hour to get to the airport for a flight, you’re excited about where you’re going,
but also tired, slightly stressed, and vaguely aware that things could go wrong. I take my time getting ready. Not too long, I don’t want to make him wait
unnecessarily, but long enough to feel like myself again. I pull on warm clothes, braid my hair back so it won’t whip into my face mid-flight, and grab a
scarf to cover my mouth and nose against the cold. When I step back into his room, I find him… tidying. His shelves. His hoard. Carefully adjusting things
that definitely do not need adjusting. I pause in the doorway, watching him for a second. He’s nervous. That’s… kind of adorable. I could, technically, just walk over and pick something up. Claim something here. It would count. This is part of his hoard too. But that’s not what this is about. This isn’t about convenience. It’s about redoing what went wrong. His home. His main hoard. That’s where everything fell apart last time. So that’s where we need to go. That, and, I want to fly with him again. Properly. Not with fear sitting in the back of my mind, waiting to ruin it. Last time, I thought I’d never be able to do it again. And honestly? That feeling was fair. At the time. But things are different now. We talked. We fixed things. And besides… He can’t exactly kidnap me to his hoard if I’m the one asking him to take me there. That thought alone steadies something in me.
“I’m ready,” I say. Blake glances over at me, his gaze flicking over my clothes, my scarf, my hair, like he’s checking I’m prepared. Then he nods. We head outside, and he doesn’t hesitate this time. The shift is quick, fire, heat, the familiar flash of magic, and suddenly the dragon is there instead of the man. I take a slow, steady breath. Just one. I do trust him. I do. But the memory of last time still lingers, a faint echo of something sharp and uncomfortable. Still,I step forward anyway. Climb on. And a moment later, we’re in the air. The hesitation fades almost immediately. The flight is smooth, effortless in a way that still amazes me, and the world below shrinks away as we rise higher. It’s early enough that the sun is just starting to climb, painting the sky in soft golds and pale pinks that make everything feel… quieter. Calmer. Peaceful. It’s beautiful. And for a little while, I forget to be nervous. I forget to overthink. I just… enjoy it. The only downside is the cold. It’s freezing. Way worse than I remembered. Probably because it’s so early. The wind cuts through everything, biting at my skin, and I end up pressing myself closer to Blake’s back, wrapping my arms tighter around him and tucking myself in as much as I can for warmth. He’s warm. Really warm. Like a living heater. And despite everything, despite the nerves, the memories, the uncertainty about what happens next, I find myself relaxing into him again. Trusting him to take care of me like always.
The trip doesn’t take long, but by the time we land, I am freezing. The combination of clinging to Blake for warmth and the icy air rushing past me has left me stiff and shaky. My fingers feel numb, and when I try to move, everything protests. I force myself to climb down anyway, my legs wobbling slightly as my boots hit the ground. Blake shifts immediately, the flash of heat from his magic a sharp contrast to the cold, and before I can even fully steady myself, he’s right there. His arms wrap around me, pulling me close as he runs his hands up and down my arms and back, trying to warm me up.
“Sorry,” he says, his voice low and urgent.
“I didn’t realise how cold it would be. Come on, inside. It’ll be warmer.” He assures me. I nod, teeth clenched, and let him guide me in. The warmth hits almost instantly as we step inside, seeping into my skin, loosening the tightness in my muscles just a little. I’m only just starting to relax when I hear the sharp click of footsteps. Blake’s mother steps around the corner. She pauses when she sees us, blinking once like our presence is mildly unexpected but not
particularly interesting.
“Hello, Blake,” she says calmly. Then her gaze flicks over me briefly, dismissively.
“You brought her back. I was a little confused to find that you didn’t keep her.” She remarks. I freeze. Excuse me? Blake’s eyes narrow slightly, something sharp flickering there before he smooths it over. He clears his throat.
“Mother, this is Lexi. My-” he starts, then hesitates, glancing at me.
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Chapter 147 147. Never Mistake Wing Cuddles For Casual Contact
“Girlfriend For now at least.” I supply quickly. Blake goes completely still. Huh? Oh… Oh no. I glance up at him and immediately see the horror on his face
“I meant that in a good way,” I rush to clarify.
“Like… that it could be upgraded. Not that I plan to end things.” I explain. Smooth, Lexi. Very smooth. Blake exhales slightly, some of the tension leaving
him as he nods. Right. Crisis… mostly averted. His mother raises a single eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.
“Interesting. Well… carry on.” she says flatly. And then, she just walks away. No questions. No curiosity. No interest in me whatsoever. I blink after her, a little stunned. That’s it? I mean… I’m dating her son. You’d think she might at least pretend to care. Then again… She didn’t exactly seem interested in Blake either. She didn’t ask how he was. Didn’t acknowledge him beyond that one comment. I squeeze his hand gently, a silent show of support, but he doesn’t react much. He doesn’t look upset. Just… used to it. That’s worse. I push that thought aside for now.
“So… where do you want to-” he starts.
“Your hoard,” I cut in immediately. No hesitation. No backing out. Blake straightens slightly, something in his posture shifting as he studies me for a brief moment. Then he nods and, still holding my hand, leads me toward the door. He reaches for the keypad and I clear my throat. He freezes. Slowly, he turns to
look at me. I step forward.
“Code please,” I say, my voice far more confident than I actually feel. For a second, he just stares at me. Then his eyes widen slightly, something like
surprise, or maybe something deeper, flickering across his expression. He hesitates. Then quietly recites the numbers. I type them in, my heart pounding,
half-expecting him to stop me. He doesn’t. The lock clicks open. I don’t pause. I walk through. We reach the next door. Another keypad. I stop and wait.
Blake watches me for a moment longer this time, then gives me the code without prompting. With each door we pass, something in me steadies. He’s letting
me do this. He WANTS me to. He trusts me… (Also, there is absolutely no way I’m remembering any of these numbers, but that’s a problem for later.) By the
third door, he doesn’t even wait for me to ask, he just gives me the code automatically, like he’s already accepted what I’m doing. Like he understands. We
finally reach the main hall. My gaze immediately shifts to the vault. The same one. The one he locked me in. I walk straight toward it, not letting myself hesitate, and hold out my hand. Blake places the key in my palm without a word. I curl my fingers around it, take a breath, and unlock the door.
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Abigail Damyanova
oooo Lexi is about to claim him
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