Twenty Three

Haden and I finished drying and dressing, managing to both keep our hands to ourselves, and headed downstairs to eat. Marta seemed to give us both a knowing kind of smile as we reached the kitchen window, telling us she'd have some food out for us soon, and I gave Haden a questioning look as he led me over to the seperate, higher table again.

I took the seat beside his this time, and he smiled, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. I blushed, looking up at him, "I thought you and Saxon wanted to keep this all a secret for now," I said gently, and he shrugged, smiling. "I think people are noticing the way you keep touching me, holding my hand.." I continued, thinking of the way Mitch had noticed at the hospital yesterday.

Haden's smile widened, a hint of mischief in his eyes, "The mate part we'll keep to ourselves a while longer," he said quietly, "but that doesn't mean I can't let people know that you're off limits." I raised an eyebrow at him, and he laughed softly, "