Chapter <b>340 </b>
<b>(</b>Demetri’s POV<b>) </b>
I’m liking what I see of Cole at the table. It does appear that giving him some space after Lucas attacked him a second time is what he needed.
He’s still nervous and I could tell that asking again about the Big Brother program spiked his anxiety, which <b>is </b>why I stopped him from speaking before he even tried.
He follows me easily from the kitchen. He remains silent but he’s close enough for me to catch his scent<b>, </b>reassuring me that he’s following behind me. I take him out of the dining room and briefly through themon room heading north towards the stairs.
I guide him towards the hallway behind the stairs, stopping at the first room on the right. I type in the pin code, pushing the handle downward before pushing the door open. I turn the lights on as I step inside the room giving
Cole the space he needs to enter.
He steps inside slowly, silently taking in the room’s features. It’s ourrgest guest room and nearly equivalent to the prospect dorms. There’s a plush, queen size bed located in the middle of the north facing wall with night stands located on both sides andmps on top of those. A long chest of drawers sits against the wall beside the entry while arge bay window takes up the majority of the opposite wall. The t screen tv is mounted to the wall opposite of the bed with an entertainment center just beneath it holding a mini fridge, microwave, yStation and several games.
“Over here is the closest. It’s not a walk–in like the efficiency but it’s still spacious<b>.</b><b>” </b>
I introduce as I close the main door and open the closet door hidden behind it. He nods his head without walking
over to it.
“Lastly,” I speak as I walk across the room to the door beside the tv. “Here’s the bathroomplete with a washer
and dryer.”
I open the door and turn on the lights leading him inside therge room.
“So, what do you think? Would you be willing to move into this room today? I understand you wanted to get back with the other prospects but as much as I wanted to make this as close to a normal run as I could with you I just don’t see it happening. Putting you back in the dorms with a separate schedule then the rest of the prospects
would call a lot of attention to you.”
He nods his head as he drifts back into the main room, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Can I bring the nket and pillows I have upstairs here?”
“The body pillows you’ve been enjoying, yes. This bed is bigger than the one upstairs so I’ll take you by the linen closet and let you choose the bedding you want to have on the bed. Is this okay?”
“Yes sir, I’d like to stay here.” He nods as he speaks.
<b>Chapter </b><b>340 </b>
<b>Good</b><b>. </b>I’ll <b>help </b><b>you </b><b>move </b><b>your </b>stuff <b>from </b><b>upstairs </b>after <b>dinner</b><b>. </b><b>I’d </b>like <b>you </b><b>to </b><b>join </b>us <b>tonight</b>. I understand it m <b>be </b><b>a </b>little <b>awkward </b>considering the information <b>I’d </b>like you to <b>find </b>for <b>me </b>but <b>I </b><b>promise </b><b>you</b>, Lucas has already <b>been </b>punished for his actions and nothing you find will add to it.”
He nods his head, silently once again.
“We stay fairly busy during the week and I’d like to do some testing with you Friday. Jon said you <b>do </b><b>best </b>on defense so I’d like to start there and see how far you can go before it gets too difficult.”
He’s staring hard at my feet. Despite his lowered gaze I can see the nervousness and apprehension <b>this </b>conversation has caused. I take several steps closer to him just to find he counters each one until he’s stuck against the dresser. He whines hard as I reach over, cing my hand on his shoulder, pulling him gently <b>into </b><b>me</b><b>. </b>
“I’m sorry, Cole. This conversation seems to have taken you a hard south.”
I speak calmly as he submits to my embrace. I’m relieved when he settles his head upon my shoulder.
“Talk to me Cole. What’s got you so nervous about testing?”
“What are you going to do to me?”
The sentencees out panicked with barely a breath to push it out.
“You’ve never been tested at the other packs?” I ask him, shocked at the possibility.
“The only testing ever done was medical and very painful.”
He whispers as his hands clench around the loose fabric of my shirt.
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