Semua Bab Make Me Yours, Brother: Bab 91 - Bab 100

JAYIt was cute as hell that Matt tried to make dinner. I wasn't expecting it, and my heart melted just at the thought of it. The only thing I didn't like was the cut he got. After I had it bandaged, convinced it wouldn't get infected or somehow spread, I took him to the sitting room, forced him down on the couch, and switched the TV on. “I'll go make dinner. Just relax, okay? Give me like a minute —”“No.” He shook his head and got up from the couch. “Why don't I help you? This way, I can learn how to cook without turning the entire kitchen into a disaster.”I smiled, ruffled his hair, and then pushed him back down on the couch. “You don't need to learn that when you have me, baby.” I placed a kiss on his pouting mouth. It was cute that he wanted to learn how to make meals, but the thoughts of my baby's fingers getting burned because he forgot to wear mitts or even cutting his fingers while slicing onions, sent shivers through me. “But —”“Listen to me, darling. You don't need to

MATTI froze, hand mid-reaching to him. “I…” I peered down. Just like Jay, I was freaking embarrassed. I knew I had planned to tell him about my heat period, but hearing him talk about it made my cheeks heat. I averted my gaze. “I'm sorry,” he rushed to say. “I knew I shouldn't have asked you about it. I'm sorry if it's a sensitive topic.”Sensitive???“No, it's not.” I shook my head, reaching out to place my hand on his. “I just… You took me unawares with your question. I wasn't expecting it.”“So…” “This week.”He arched a brow. “It's this near and you didn't even bother to tell me about it? What were you planning to do?”“You are busy.” I wasn't expecting him to even know about this. I had planned to just tell him about it in passing, believing he would suggest I use inhibitors and suppressants for it since he couldn't help me.“How busy would I be to not make time for my omega during his heat?” He held my gaze, green eyes staring into mine, and almost melting me. A blush crept

MATTI watched cooking and cleaning videos all day. While watching, I realized this was something I should have done yesterday, instead of just marching into the kitchen and acting like I got everything under fucking control. It was hilarious thinking about it now. To think I almost burned myself just because I wanted to prove myself to my lover. I ate the food Jay had made before leaving. Despite leaving so early, he had prepared my meals for the day, claiming it was his responsibility to make sure I was fed. Though I kept him company while he made it, I didn't help. I was still sleepy and only sat on a kitchen stool with my eyes partially closed. Though he begged me to return to the room and let him take care of the meals, I was as stubborn as a mule and waited it all out, only returning to my room after he left. By evening, I was confident I could make garnished noodles without burning down the house or my fingers. All I needed were the veggies, protein, and the noodles themselv

JAYSmart was a bloody fool. I knew that was what he was when I arrived yesterday at his house, to see him, submerged under his overfilled tub, with his wrist split. The damned bastard did the fuck I asked him not to. If I hadn't showed up in time, he would have goddamn left the world, leaving me to carry the guilt forever. He was unconscious when I rushed him to the hospital. Luckily, our family doctor was on duty; otherwise, it would have been an entirely different story. I had to leave for work after making certain he was receiving adequate treatment, and had to sign a paper in case he needed surgery, which I highly doubted. Luckily, I arrived at the office sone minutes later, and only got a warning card from the lady dad placed to monitor me. When I called Dad, from his tone, I knew she didn't inform him of my slight tardiness to work. Dad wasn't pleased at first when I told him about my intented leave until I mentioned Matt wanted me to take him to our holiday resort. The man

Jay's a damned liar. He got my hopes up, causing me to believe something would take place in the spring, only for my mood to be damped when he rejected my advances, claiming he was tired from the drive and needed to rest before doubting anything.You read that right. The freaking bastard made me believe something was going to happen, made me fucking look forward to it, only for nothing to occur. He went to bed early, slept like a log until the next morning, and when he woke up, he didn't have an ounce of guilt on his face, despite knowing how he'd held my hopes up. Now, he was outside, reading a magazine under the umbrella placed near the swimming pool, acting like he had come on a holiday to relax, when it was all supposed to be about me.My heat might not have started, but that didn't mean I only wanted to do it during my heat. We hadn't been intimate for weeks now because of his damned work, and he's acting like I was the only horny one around. To spite him, I stayed in bed unti