That was unusual. Noah was rarely home this early. The warm glow made the space look different, and lived-in rather than just expensive and empty until he came back.
The mate bond pulled once. Not urgent. Just confirming presence.
'Meat stick.'
Levi moved further inside. His footsteps quiet on the floor.
The soft thud of the refrigerator closing. A knife against a cutting board. Water running briefly. All those sounds came from the kitchen.
Levi walked to the kitchen doorway and stopped there, leaning against the frame.
Noah stood at the counter assembling ingredients. Thin white t-shirt, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He wasn't wearing any shoes. His dreadlocks were loose, falling past his shoulders. Bread, deli meat, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes spread across the counter. His movements were organized but not rushed.
