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I chew on the inside of my cheek for a moment while I debate with myself internally about whether to offer to give her my number should anything go wrong.
Would it be weird?
Would it make her uncomfortable?
Fuck it.
“Can I give you my number? You can call me if you need anything, and it’d make me feel better if I know you have someone you can call that’s dependable. I just… I’ll worry otherwise, I suppose. I’d like to know you’re taken care of,” I tell her, reasoning with myself that I’m just trying to be a nice guy and look out for her.
It’s not like I’m praying that the OC can’t help her and she’ll have to call me or anything. Because that would be absolutely horrible.
Shade quirks a brow and purses her lip in a self-satisfied smirk. “Yeah, okay Omega. I’ll take your number. Wouldn’t want you worrying about little ol’ me.”
I grin at her as she pulls her phone out of her pocket and passes it over to me. I quickly input my number into her contacts and then pass the phone back to her, almost reluctantly.
“It was nice to meet you, Gabriel,” she practically purrs my name, and I have to fight back a groan at the way she says it.
She flicks her eyes over to Rhett and smiles at him sweetly. “You, too, Playboy.”
I quirk a brow and Rhett’s face scrunches at her as she gives us a two-finger salute and turns her back on us. I watch her until I can’t see her anymore and then let out a sigh as I turn to Rhett.
“You wanna tell me what the hell all that was?” He asks, and I wince, sighing.
“Come on. Might as well talk about it with everyone else present.”
ChapterThree
Shade
Back in my apartment, I rest my head against the door, closing my eyes and breathing in the familiar scents of my space. My panties are soaked with slick, and all I truly want is to be knotted into oblivion.
Biology is truly such a bitch.
My heart flutters in my chest as Gabriel’s beautiful smile pops into my mind and my lips tip up.
Fuck.
He was cute as hell. And his alpha wasn’t too bad on the eyes, either.
Such a shame he’s bonded with a pack. I would have asked him if he’d like to join in on my heat. That’d be something new and fun.
Gotta mix it up every now and again, right? Or things get boring. And who wants to be bored during something as phenomenal as a heat?
Exactly.
Not a damn soul, because that’s just stupid as fuck.
My mother would have a coronary if she found out I had a major spike all because of an omega that smells like warm apple pie with hints of vanilla and cinnamon, which makes me a thousand times more interested than I already was if I’m being honest.
I shake my head with a sigh and walk farther inside, throwing my phone on the kitchen counter as I head to the nesting space I set up when I moved in.
Nest first, then call the Center.
I open the hall closet and start pulling bedding and whatever else I can find down and throw it all into the small room off to the side of my bedroom. Then I grab the comforter and sheets from my bed, a few soft shirts that are old and worn—and are always in my nest for heats since they bring me comfort—and as many pillows as I can fit in my already overstuffed arms. Then I waddle my way to the nest by pure memory, because my stash is way taller than me and is more of a tower blocking my sight.
I’m not typically too picky on the types of materials I have, though I tend to lean more towards softer things, like silky and minky fabrics. I just like the way it feels against my skin.
Absolutely NO wool, though. That shit itches and ruins all the other nesting materials should it end up mixed in with them somehow. It happened once, and I never forgave Gia—my girlfriend at the time—for mixing that stupid wool sweater of hers in with my things.
