But just because they’re better, doesn’t mean I’m ready for a repeat of that.
“It’s nice having you here,” my alpha dad says, squeezing my shoulder. “Feels like the good old days when you worked here full time with us.”
“That was hectic,” I say, shaking my head. “We’d always just take the leftover bakery stuff home and eat that for dinner before passing out.”
“Who knew people would love this place as much as they do,” my beta dad says softly, his eyes shining.
“Absolutely not,” I say quickly, shoving him. “We are not getting emotional right now! I’m asking dad for some food and taking a break.”
“You can just clock out,” my alpha dad says with a smile. “Thank you again for the help. We really appreciate it.”
“Any time,” I tell him, going over to the register and clocking out. Then I move into the kitchen and take my apron off. “Can you make me a spinach omelet with a toasted bagel?”
“You got it, Shiloh.”
The coffee from this morning was mostly forgotten so I grab it now and pour it into a mug before popping it into the microwave to warm it back up. I sip at it as I wait for my lunch.
I sit here, comfortable with the silence between my dad and I. I like that we’re so similar. I like that we can just enjoy the silence together. I like that he understands how I feel about everything that’s happened. I like that he’s a bit of an ass, just like me.
“Here you go,” he says, handing me a basket with my food inside. “You can take it upstairs, just remember to bring the basket back when you’re done.”
“Thank you,” I say, moving towards the back door. “Love you!”
“Love you too, Shiloh.”
I bring my stuff upstairs to my loft, closing the door behind me. Then I set it down at my table, pulling out my phone so I can scroll while I eat. Dad did an amazing job with the food, just like always.
There’s just something really comforting about food made by your parents.
I take a huge bite as I open social media, only to start choking as I suck in a sharp breath. I turn to the side, coughing and sputtering, trying to get myself under control.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, patting my own chest. “Jesus Christ.”
When I finally have myself under control, I look at my phone again. Fuck. That motherfucker.
Suga posted a picture on his social media, letting everyone know he won’t be streaming for a while as he’s sick. I already knew that. The dipshit always gets sick after the charity stream because he runs himself ragged. It’s like clockwork.
He’s got a blanket over his head, looking absolutely miserable. That’s not the part I’m freaked out about. No. The part that has my heart racing and my stomach feeling like I might toss up my omelet is the fact that Suga is wearing my hoodie.
What the hell was I thinking including that in my stupid care package? Fucking hell. I’m such an idiot.
Part of me hoped that he’d see it, smell it, and be disgusted. I know he’s got hyperosmia, or a really, really strong sense of smell. Maybe if he smelled me on my hoodie and then made fun of my scent, I would be able to get over this weird crush I have on the streamer. Maybe I was hoping for some sort of sign he’s not interested so I could stop having these feelings.
Just because he’s hot and I like how mean he is, doesn’t mean I’m interested.
Just because I kinda wanna fuck him, doesn’t mean I want anythingmorethan that.
I run my fingers through my hair, tugging on the strands with a groan. Why are my feelings so complicated? I told myself I’d never let this happen again. I told myself I was done with love.
Why can’t I just be done with Suga as well?
Chapter Four
Kei
I change the titleof my stream to ‘Date Night’ and then hit the go live button, throwing up my ‘starting soon’ screen. This is either going to be super fun or a complete and utter disaster. Honestly? It might be a little of both.
Sookie and I have an interesting dynamic. He’s been my mod since I started streaming just because he was in chat, yelling at people to not be weird. I took an instant liking to him, especiallybecause he can handle how grumpy I am. He’s not afraid to push back, or tell me when I’m in the wrong. I like having him around.
