Page 77 of Hidden Fates

After a quick high five in thanks, I give Skye a small tour of the place, pointing out the outdoor tracks and the locker rooms before we reach the dance studios. It’s already busy with people stretching and chatting.

Shock morphs to delight when I spot Caleb across the room speaking with a woman with black and purple hair.

“Oh, I didn’t know Caleb was going to be here.”

I lead her through the crowd to him. “Sup, dude.”

Caleb’s flat expression softens. “Hey, Bellamy. Skye. You remember Omen?”

“It’s great to see you again.” My mate practically gushes. The two immediately fall into an animated conversation that I can’t follow.

“So you like Zumba?” I ask Caleb instead.

One shoulder lifts in response. “I do. It’s a good workout. Fun.”

Before I can ask him anything more, the employee leading the class arrives and gets us all moving. He walks us through the moves before we join in, dancing to the EDM song he picked.

Swinging my hips, bouncing on my feet, stretching my legs —this is a full body workout.

We’re breathless by the end of the hour long class, chatter filling the air as everyone cools down and gathers their things.

“That was a blast. We should do this again.” Skye wipes her face with a towel, pushing back the strands of her sweat-soaked hair that have fallen from the high-pony she’s rocking.

“Count me in.”

Wrapping my arm around her, I glance at Caleb, offering him my other arm. He rolls his eyes, the barest hint of pink coloring his cheeks as he steps closer to me. I realize the error in my attempt when I remember he is half a foot taller than me. If I can’t tuck him beneath my arm, I’ll just have to hold his waist.

In the main lobby, we stop to say goodbye to Omen and her Alpha, and we grab Skye’s membership badge. Bringing her here will be a good way to get her out of the house and active during the cold months. We can play in the snow when it gets thicker, but there will always be a time limit on how long our grumpy pack leader allows her to be out in the cold.

“So, dandelion, are you hungry?” She says she is, placing one hand on her stomach as I help her into the SUV.

Closing her door, I spin around to ask Caleb if he wants to join us, but the words dry on my tongue when I find him standing so close I can feel his breath on my face.

“Uh.”

He steps closer, backing me against the side of the car. “Yes, I will be joining you for lunch. Before that, I’d really love to kiss you.”

Holy fuuuuuuck.

“Please,” I whimper, hands scrambling against the cold metal at my back so that I don’t grab his shirt and rip him to me. This has to go at his pace.

Steel-blue eyes never leave mine as he leans in. The first press of his lips is faint, a teasing swipe that threatens my control. Another insistent kiss follows the first, pulling a groan from my throat as I feel the tip of his tongue glide along the seam of my mouth. One of his hands slides into my hair, tugging at the roots as he angles my head to deepen our kiss.

When his tongue thrusts against mine, I shudder, so close to coming that it’s embarrassing.

I whine when he steps away, mouth chasing his. “Let’s get our Omega some food. Can’t have you blowing a load in your pants before you take her to meet Mr. Phillip.”

“Right. Totally.”

His deep chuckle does not help the boner tenting my shorts. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I slap the car and walk around the front, away from his tempting, delicious body.

“Meeting us there, or do you want to ride with?”

“I’ll meet you there. Be careful.”

Bobbing my head, I duck into the driver’s seat and squeeze the steering wheel tight. “What the fuck was that?” I whisper, startling when Skye’s tinkling laughter sounds beside me. She pats my arm and points toward the engine. Shit, she’s probably getting cold.

Turning the key, I let it rumble to life and crank the heat, mind still reeling. Caleb kissed me. He wanted to kiss me. Asked to. Does he… like me?