Blaze & Ajax (Alpha’s Rejects #3)

It was another slow day, so I stocked paint supplies at the hardware store, whistling and smiling like a fool, thinking about Blaze. What a dramatic turn our relationship had taken in such a short time. We weren’t exactly boyfriends, not that we’d really defined it, yet we were committed to each other, and he was mine. After our long talk on the roof and Blaze trusting me enough to let out all his pain, we became more that night and grew closer.

It didn’t take much for me to imagine we were more than just the sex. We were definitely no longer hookups, although I couldn’t exactly define what we were. Whatever it was, I liked it, and for the first time, commitment didn’t make my eye twitch, even if it was with my enemy. Could I still call him my enemy? Time would tell, I supposed.

“Well, you’re in a good mood,” Barry said .

I looked at him and smiled as I filled a bin full of wooden disposable paintbrushes. “I am.”