Page 31 of His Snowbound Omega

“And milk.”

“Yes.” Thorn sipped the wine and the subtle sweetness was nice, not overpowering at all.

“What about protein?” Baal swept his gaze over him pointedly. “You’re not malnourished.”

“Now,” he stated. “You should have seen me when I was younger.”

“That’s true. You were a whisp of a thing back then.”

Thorn paused with the glass pressed to his lips and frowned over the rim.

“I’ve seen photos.” Baal waved his confusion away. “You couldn’t have survived on just bread and butter.”

“Dad worked at a butcher's for a while,” Thorn said. “He’d get to take home any scraps that were left over. Turned them into jerky. We were able to make it last that way.”

“Is that why Aster no longer eats meat?”

“Pretty much.”

“What about you? Let me guess. You don’t have the luxury of being picky.”

The corner of Thorn’s mouth twitched. “Pretty much.”

“I was going to order for you, but perhaps you’d like to look over the menu.”

“No, it’s fine.” He almost added that he trusted the alpha, catching himself at the last second. To cover it up, he downed the rest of his glass. “This is good.”

“Finish the bottle. I can buy you another.”

He snorted. “That sounds like you’re trying to get me drunk.”

“Is there any need for that?” Baal asked, the edge of seduction in his tone impossible to ignore.

Though Thorn pretended not to notice anyway.

“I suppose not.” He reached for a roll from the basket in the center of the table, but the alpha beat him to it.

“Allow me.”

“I can butter my own bread, Baal.”

He grinned, but sliced through the small roll anyway.

“What?” Thorn asked, noting his lightened mood.

“I like the way you say my name,” he admitted.

“Baal?” Thorn pursed his lips. “Isn’t that how everyone says it?”

“It’s different when it’s you.”

Whatever.

Resting back in his chair, Thorn decided to let the alpha be odd if he wanted to be. He gazed around the room, taking it allin once more as he waited. Despite the name, there was nothing green about the restaurant, the opposite, in fact.

The color scheme was akin to a winter wonderland, with crystals dangling from glittering chandeliers and shiny silver surfaces. The table cloths, napkins, and chairs were all the pale shade of snow, and the glass steps of the spiral staircase across the room that led to the second level had been frosted for an icy effect.

The lighting was dim, but everything seemed to twinkle, creating a romantic ambiance that was also unfamiliar to Thorn.