“Who am I to deny you?”
“Indeed,” he says, splaying his arm flat and I wiggle across the space, putting my head on his chest, which adorably starts up with a purr again.
“You purr a lot,” I say off handedly.
“Not normally, no.”
Those words stick with me for the rest of the day, along with all the soft lingering whispers of Greer’s touch.
The sun is setting as Greer pulls up to the Heather Beag. It’s almost like time paused when we were together. It was just us, and nature. There were no deadlines, no expectations. It was just me and this man who made me feel things I’ve never felt.
It’s made me realize that my sister is right. I’ve ignored so much when it comes to being an Omega. Almost like if I did a good enough job pretending I didn’t have needs, that maybe they would go away.
What happened between Greer and I today has changed things, and there’s fear there, but also…hopefulness.
Greer reaches across the console, squeezing my thigh with his left hand.
“You’ll come to me and tell me if you’re feeling unsettled,” he says. He doesn’t pose it as a question. It’s a demand, which somehow makes things easier.
“Okay,” I rasp out.
He gives my thigh another squeeze and rounds the vehicle, opening my door. He puts an assured hand on my lower back as he walks me through the front. Oh God, if Birdie sees us, she’s going to ask a million questions, probably along the lines of if I got laid and if it made me less neurotic.
But it isn’t Birdie or Effie we run into in the foyer of the Heather Beag, no the world isn’t that kind. Instead, it’s Callum.
Shouldn’t he be cooking at Greer’s?
He’s carrying a toolbox, his white shirt covered in water? The shirt clings to his skin, showing off his thick body. It makes my mouth go dry, and I quickly shake that thought out of my head. Okay, so the asshole is hot. Anyone with eyes could deduce that, it’s fine.
Callum looks between me and Greer, his nostrils flaring. Sometimes I forget that just because I can’t scent others doesn’t mean the same for them. I must be drenched in Greer’s scent.
It’s almost like a standoff for a few long stretches and I’m ready to hightail it up to my room when Callum finally speaks.
“You’re a fucking eejit, Greer.”
Greer waves him off, not even phased by the insult, and pushes me toward the stairs to my room. At least I wasn’tthe one receiving his rude words, though I suppose he’s calling Greer that because he was clearly with me.
“Ignore him. Jealousy is a very foul emotion,” Greer says the last sentence extremely loudly.
“Shh. There’s other guests.”
“Are there?” Greer asks, and it has me pausing halfway up the stairs.
“Wait. Are there no other guests staying here?”
Greer rubs his fingers through his beard. “They’ve had a few rough seasons. With the new hotel only a few kilometers outside of town and the rise of private rentals, it’s been tough.”
I furrow my brows as I head up the rest of the stairs. I knock on the door twice with no answer before unlocking the door. Birdie is nowhere to be found.
Greer leans against the doorframe, raising an eyebrow at the messy side of the room, and then my organized side of the room.
“Let me just see what Birdie is up to.”
Hey, Bird. What time will you be home tonight?
Birdie
Late actually. Got caught up with something. Don’t wait up <3
