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Trevor gave me a suggestive look and curled my toes. “Everything in between.”
Another guest piped up. “I always heard about our friend Trevor here being a bit of an omega’s man. I had no idea he had a mate. How is it that you’ve been together since college?”
Uh oh. The math wasn’t mathing. Trevor and I exchanged glances again, both trying to come up with a reasonable answer.
“What a pleasant surprise,” came a low voice from behind me, breaking us out of having to answer the question. “You made it, and you brought your mate with you.” Trevor and I turned to see an elegant African-American omega man with glossy lips, perfect eyebrows, and an angelic face. Too bad that face was not pleased to see Trevor.
Trevor stood up a little too fast, awkwardly wiping his hands on his pants. “Abram. It’s great to see you. Yes, I brought my mate, just like I said I would. This is Byron.” His smile was proud when he looked at me. I stood up and stood tall, resting one hand on Trevor’s shoulder and the other on his forearm.
“Yep, that’s me. I’m the lucky one.” I put a little bit of sarcasm in my voice to make a light joke out of it, but I also wanted to make it clear that yes, I was Trevor’s mate, and that I was here by his side to support him. Maybe because I was being faced with the person he needed to impress, the one who doubted us as a couple, that I was suddenly hell bent on showing that Trevor was mine.Mine.
Abram’s kindness caught me off guard. “It’s such a pleasure to meet you. You look lovely.”
I looked down at my clothes, humble but well put together. “Thank you.”
Abram nodded at Trevor. “Look at you, you have such a classy, stylish mate. How did you pull it off?”
I kept up the teasing. It was fun. “Barely. He almost fumbled the ball. Luckily for him, I’m a very merciful man.”
Abram laughed. “I agree. Lucky for him.”
“I also agree. I’m the luckiest.” Trevor put an arm around my waist and pulled me in closer to him.
“We were just asking about their love story,” said the man with the drinker’s nose.
“I’m curious, too. I’d love to hear it.” Abram moved to take a seat, and the panic crept back in.
Just then, a voice came on over the microphone, announcing a more upbeat big band song, encouraging the party-goers to get on the dance floor.
Saved by the bell. I shook Trevor’s shoulder. “Let’s dance, hun.”
He grimaced. “Nah, dancing’s not for me.”
Why wasn’t he taking this out? “What do you mean it’s not? I mean, since when? You sure loved to cut a rug in college.”
“I was always hammered, that’s why.” Our companions at the table chuckled. This was no way to talk at a fancy charity function, and that was why it was convincing. It was convincing me, too. I kept forgetting Trevor and I were faking it.
I pushed him along. “Come on. All lovey-dovey couples to the floor.”
He dug his heels in. “No. Don’t wanna.”
I put a hand on my hip. “Are you really gonna tell your little mister no?”
“There’s nothing little about you.” He cocked an eyebrow, eyes roaming slowly up and down my body, stopping at the front of my slacks. “Nothing at all.”
My blush was instant and furious, and the spot he was focusing on stirred with interest.Down, Boy.
Flustered, I grabbed Trevor’s hand. “Move your tight little butt and let’s go.”
“Fine, fine, I guess I don’t have a choice. Thanks for complimenting my butt, though.”
“No, you don’t have a choice so stop pouting, and you’re welcome.” It really was a nice butt, I just never admitted it before tonight. I was breaking all kinds of rules. As I dragged him toward the dance floor, Abram’s laughter rang in my ear.
It wasn’t until we were halfway to the floor and all the sensory information hit me that I realized I was still holding Trevor’s hand. The was a strange sort of peace covering us, almost like a little forcefield, paired with rising lust. I looked down at where our hands were joined, shocked. I dropped his like a hot potato. Immediately, the feelings disappeared and instead I was cold. I regretted letting go of Trevor. This shouldn’t be happening.I know we’re fated, but...
“Mad at yourself for grabbing my hand? Felt nice, huh?”
“Felt slimy.” I lied.
