The Code of The Alpha

Chapter Thirteen - Nothing to Wear

Luca never came back to bed that night.

I laid there, staring at the ceiling, until the glow of the early morning began to fill the bedroom.

When I went into the kitchen to make my tea, I was shocked to see Luca sitting at the counter with a coffee cup to his lips.

I never heard him come back inside.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

Luca's eyebrows knit together.

"Yes?" He answered, even though it sounded like more of a question.

"You left in the middle of the night," I told him, feeling the need to explain my concern.

"Oh, I went for a run," he said casually, taking another sip of coffee.

"You left the door open..."

"Did I?" Luca asked. "I may not have shut it well."

"You left your clothes strewn all over the floor," I reminded him.

"I guess I'm not used to living with someone who sees my mess. You didn't have to clean up behind me."

Luca's attention returned to his coffee cup.

"Are you sure everything's okay?" I asked him.

He looked up from his mug and smiled slightly.

"I'm fine."

Despite still not being satisfied with his answer, I nodded apprehensively before turning to grab the kettle off the stovetop. The kitchen was silent for a few moments, except for the sounds of me filling the kettle with water and starting the stovetop burner.

"I've got a few things to attend to today, so I won't be home until I come to pick you up for dinner," Luca said, emptying the rest of his coffee into the sink.

"I'll probably go and meet Fallon again this morning," I told him, still trying to read the aura he carried.

"Sounds fun," he shrugged. "The keys are in the Jeep if you'd like to drive that."

"What about the keys to the McLaren? Where are those?"

Luca's attention snapped from the sink where he was washing his mug.

"Don't you dare," he said.

I laughed.

"Whatever, I guess the Jeep isn't so bad."

I saw the relief wash over Luca as he shook his head.

"I'll see you later," he said, grabbing his sweatshirt and walking towards the door.

"Bye."

He stopped walking and turned around, almost hesitantly.

Luca took a few steps in my direction and grabbed my t-shirt to pull me into his chest.

Before I could ask what he was doing, Luca threw his sweatshirt onto the counter behind me, grabbed my face with one hand and wrapped the other arm around my waist, pulling me into a kiss.