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I eased myself down beside her. “You didn’t even move when we got up, and you didn’t have anywhere to be, so we didn’t see the harm. You clearly needed it.”

She sighed and stretched like a cat, clinging tighter to the pillow she was wrapped around. “I don’t remember the last time I slept that well.”

Because she felt safe. More than anything, Omegas needed comfort and safety. From what I knew of Isolde so far, she’d spent a long time not having those needs met. It didn’t surprise me at all that her body would reclaim some needed rest.

“Where is everyone?”

“Off doing their own thing. I think Vaughn is surfing, Rowan went to check on his plants, Cade had some classes, and if Joel isn’t here, he’s probably at home doing some nerdy shit.”

She smiled. “Nerdy shit?”

“The man loves his video games.”

“So you don’t?”

I grinned then. “No, I do.”

Isolde snuggled closer to me. “And what do you do in your spare time?”

“Music. Well, kind of. You may have seen me before.”

She trailed her fingers down my right arm, following the curving movement of the music staff that curled through all the rest of it. Then back up, until she reached the hawk inked across my shoulder, mid-flight. “I’ve seen you before...?” Her question hung in the air before her eyes went wide. “Wait, are youthatguy?”

I smirked. “I don’t know who you mean.”

“I’m very comfortable. Don’t make me get my phone to prove it.”

“Yes, ma’am. Bossy Omega.” I pulled her so our hips were flush, bodies only separated by that fucking pillow. “I am that guy.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

All I could do was laugh. By ‘that guy,’ Isolde meant the faceless musician who played electric guitar on social media. Covering popular songs more often than. I did plenty of my own music, but my following didn’t know about that. “I never show my face, and even though my tattoos are recognizable, I’m not usually shirtless in public.”

“You’re so good,” she whispered. “You don’t want people to know who you are?”

“Eventually, yes.”

It had always been the plan to pursue the real thing when we were finished doing this kind of job. Thanks to Isolde, this career was coming to an end earlier than I imagined, and I didn’t mind a bit.

“If you’ve been here with me and nothing’s posted, your fans are probably going feral right about now.”

I shrugged. “I had some stuff scheduled, but it doesn’t bother me either way. I do it for me and not them. It’s fun, don’t get me wrong, and I’m lucky to have the following I do, but I’m still going to live my life, no matter what anyone else has to say about it.”

Isolde suddenly looked shy. “Will you play for me sometime?”

“Anytime you like.” I couldn’t help but purr. It was a reflex. Having my Omega this close to me made me so happy.Complete.

“So,” Isolde yawned and stretched. “If they’re all doing that, what are you doing here?”

“Hopefully spending the day with you.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” I reached out and sank my hand into her hair. I fucking loved her hair. “That depends on you.”

“Sounds scary.”

“Hopefully not,” I chuckled. “You remember when I said I like to watch?”

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