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“Are you okay?” Warrick asks from behind me.
“You keep asking that.” I frown, shaking my head. “That was rude. I’m okay.” I spin around to face him fully, but my line of sight barely makes it halfway up his chest. He’s wearing a black T-shirt that shows off his heavily tattooed arms. His sweaty scent is heavy in the air.
My nose twitches as I subconsciously lean closer, attempting to catch more of his smell. It’s like chestnuts and macadamia nuts, maybe? Or something nutty and lightly smoky.
It smells delicious and strangely comforting.
An equally tattooed hand gently tilts my head up until I meet his dark eyes. “How did you end up in that mess?”
I raise a shaky hand, showing him my camera. “I was supposed to be taking pictures.”
“You’re with the press?” he asks as his eyebrows rise.
“N-No.” I shake my head, and his calloused fingers scratch over my skin. It’s not painful. Just slightly unexpected that he doesn’t immediately release me.
The door slams open, ramming right into Warrick’s back. He grunts, seeming mildly annoyed, but doesn’t move an inch. Which is surprising. If the door hit me with that kind of force, I would’ve gone flying.
“Tinley,” Fitz calls out. He’s still a fair distance away, based on the sound of his voice. The noise of the crowd doesn’t drown him out. I think that means he’s yelling.
A shaggy head of shoulder-length blond waves pops through the door. It’s Warrick’s fraternal twin brother, Ramsey.
“Damn, man, back your big ass up.” Ramsey’s deep blue eyes sparkle as he gives his brother an expectant look.
Warrick carefully nudges me forward.
“We lost some chick, and Fitz is officially losing his shit over it.” Ramsey steps around his brother and does a double take when he spots me. “Holy fuck, we found you.”
“Yep.” I nod awkwardly, trying to hold back the grimace that feels like it’s crossing my face.
This is a mess.
“Yo, she’s in here,” Ramsey calls out through the still-open door. “Shit, man. Calm down, she’s fine.”
“Tinsel!” Fitz shoves Ramsey out of the way as he stomps into the room.
I’m so overstimulated and overwhelmed that seeing a familiar face is too much.
I whine, tossing myself into his sweaty chest as soon as he’s within reach. Whining is an embarrassing sound that omegas only make when we’re extremely distressed or begging.
My face kind of wallows around his shirt, looking for where his scent is strongest. “I didn’t get any pictures. Well, I got a few, but then everyone was pushing and shoving and…” I gasp in a breath as my anxiety makes everything seem more difficult to manage.
“You’re all right.” Fitz’s accent is especially thick, making his words run together. He nuzzles his cheek to mine, lifting me and wrapping me around his front in one move. I like it much better. He always feels like safety. Not that we cuddle like this a lot, but he’s always been good at helping defuse the rumble stage before I get to a full-on meltdown.
Images file through my mind of all the people bumping and pushing. It makes a shiver run down my spine. I don’t like to be touched by people I don’t know. The way Fitz runs his hand down my back doesn’t count.
“Careful of the camera.” Warrick reaches between us, grabbing it.
“What the hell happened?” Fitz glances between me and Warrick.
I turn farther into his chest, so I don’t have to answer.
“If you’re going to drag an omega around with you on tour, then do the decent thing and get her some goddamn security,” Warrick growls, setting my camera down on one of the chairs before striding out on long legs.
Ramsey shrugs, spinning to face us as the door slams. “Hey, nice to meet you. I’m Ram.” He holds out a hand. “Fitz has told me all about you,” he says, giving Fitz a look I don’t know how to decipher.
“Tinley.” I pull my arm free to shake Ramsey’s hand, but only because it would be rude not to. I shudder out a breath. “I’m sorry. It was crazy out there. I didn’t mean for it to become a whole big thing.” My head falls to rest against Fitz’s shoulder as he palms the back of my head.
“We’ll handle it for next time,” Ramsey says, flashing a smile filled with perfect white teeth. “Never a dull moment.” He bumps his shoulder against Fitz’s and heads out the same way Warrick did.
