“You’re staying here tonight,” he commanded.
Jamue frowned. “I am. I thought that’s what we agreed on.”
“But you didn’t bring anything.”
Oh, that.
Was that why he was hot and bothered?
He couldn't tell him he ran away from home. Not yet. His family drama was too much drama, even for him.
“I’ll buy whatever I need. I’m starting a new life after all…as your companion,” he whispered the last part.
Hym must have heard him because his growl rumbled around him.
Jamue turned to him. The heat in his eyes, made him breathless.
Fuck.
Why did everything have to be so tense between them? He shook his head as he shuddered.
“Where am I going to sleep?”
Hym cleared his throat. “This way.”
Jamue followed him upstairs.
“The family stays in one wing. On this floor, it’s me, my brother and his…and Ludiin. Luci has his own wing. You met Luci and Ludiin briefly the last time you were here, right?”
Uhhh, were they going to talk about that?
He seemed to think the same thing. He stopped abruptly and turned to him; his hands balled into fists.
“What happened when we met won’t happen again. I promise. I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.”
“I won’t. I told you…”
“An alpha’s touch makes you sick, I know. I just needed you to know that I respect your wishes. And I’ll act accordingly,” he said. “I need you as my companion. So, let’s forget about what happened before and start afresh.”
Jamue nodded.
"And here," he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "I have everything in writing."
Jamue took the paper.
"All you have to do is sign," he said awkwardly.
Jamue stared at the paper, feeling giddy inside. He'd written it by hand, meticulously listing everything they discussed.
“This is your room,” Hym said, clearing his throat. He opened the door and walked inside. Jamue followed him. “Your room is next to mine.”
“Is that necessary?”
“I need you close for when I…” he looked down at his feet.
They haven’t spoken about why he needed a companion. Jamue only knew that he had some kind of psychological trauma from the omega placement agency site. He didn’t know the specifics.
“You don’t have to tell me if you’re… uncomfortable,” Jamue said. “Just tell me what you need from me.”