“I’ve got a medical kit in my room. Come on,” he says as we walk a little slower back to the hotel.
When we get to Callum’s room, however, is where things get very interesting, because he doesn’t have a key and it seems like my sister and his brother are a little occupied at the moment.
“Fucking Graham,” Callum says, banging on the door a few more times with no response. “I’m sure they have something in the lobby. Let me take you to your room first and I’ll get what you need.”
Our room is literally two rooms down, yet he still walks me there, as if he needs evidential proof that I made it to the room and didn’t die of blood loss on the way.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, leaving me in the room as he goes and gets the supplies.
My first order of business is taking these damn pants off, which makes me want to cry, because the knee on the dark corduroy pants is so completely fucked, I’m probably going to trash them at this point.
Luckily, my knee isn’t so bad, only slightly bleeding as I sit on the bed and give it a glance.
There’s a knock on the door, which is too soon to be Callum, surely. It has to be Birdie, whose room key is sitting right here on the dresser.
“Birdie, seriously?” I ask, swinging open the door.
It appears Callum is exceptionally quick at getting tasks done. He’s also completely staring at my legs and how I’m just wearing panties.
“Sorry. I thought you were Birdie,” I say as I go to grab the blanket on the top of the bed to wrap myself with. It doesn’t give, so now I’m just standing here half undressed and completely mortified.
“They’re still…occupied. I could—I should go to the lobby and wait till they’re done. I uh…I have the first aid,” he says, and I’m not sure I’ve ever heard him stutter before.
“No. Let me just take care of this. You can wait in here until Birdie comes back. I’ll just be a minute.”
With a pair of pajama pants, I rush to the bathroom, not caring if Callum got a look at my cotton-covered ass when I scurried in here.
Birdie, when are you coming back?
Birdie, please. Callum just walked in on me in my panties and I want to be sucked into the floor.
BIRDIEEEE
My sister doesn’t answer, and I’m left with no other choice than to put my pajamas on and go back into that room and do my best to not seem awkward.
Callum is sitting in the green chair in the corner, which I’m grateful for as I sit on the edge of the bed.
“So…”
Callum waves me off. “I tried calling Graham, but he isn’t answering. I could go to the lobby and get a second key, but I’m not really sure I want to walk into that room and see what he’s doing.”
I nod in agreement. “So you never considered starting a pack with him?”
“Fuck no,” Callum blurts out, folding his arms against his large chest. “I love him, and I know there are plenty of packs with siblings in them, but it’s not for me.”
“But Greer and Lain?”
“They’ve been my best friends since nappies. Greer is steadfast, the person who’s always kept me going and Lain, well, he’s Lain. He’ll have your back at a moment’s notice and he has a way of making life fun.”
The Alpha in the corner looks tired, and almost sad as he talks about his pack.
“I’ve been a fucking pain in the arse to deal with. They deserve better.”
“It’s been nice seeing the real you this weekend. I can see why they would want you in their pack.” I can’t look at him as I say the words and instead, I grab the remote and turn on the TV. “You could lie down while you wait, if you want,” I tell him, getting under the covers.
Callum clears his throat. “Do you mind if I take my pants off?”
“I mean, it seems only fair considering you saw me in my panties,” I reply, which earns me another rare Callum smile.
