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“Learn faster,” Orion mutters, pulling me away. “Come on. Wanna get you home.”
It’s a thousand kinds of uncomfortable to show our backs to the big bad alpha, but when Orion and I let out a deep, coordinated breath, we share a secret smile.
Feels so fucking good to not roll over.
Also exhausting.
But maybe that’s just today.
I’m ready to collapse, but when we get back to the box tower bungalow, the piles have multiplied. The place is officially a fire hazard and at the rate the guys burn food, that’s a problem.
The clutter’s bad enough, but the idea of people I don’t know hauling things into my space when I’m not here makes me feel omega violated.
Unsafe.
I rub my forehead.
I don’t have the energy to clean, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep if I let it go.
Even Orion twitches. “Eleanor was saying how mess increases anxiety. It’s nice knowing there’s a scientific reason we’re so fucking crazy all the time.”
“All the time.”
“I’ll take care of it.” Atlas grabs the closest box.
Orion and I lift our brows in unison, but I quickly twist the expression into a scowl. We’re getting waaaaay too much on the same wavelength.
“Rest,” Atlas insists, already stacking. “No one gets through that door while I’m here.”
With Atlas on a new mission to bulldoze the enemy boxes, I take pity and tug Orion into my room, shutting the door behind us.
“Wow.” He whistles at the bed. “Better than the couch.”
The room is pretty much a bed. A big, big cloud of a bed that’s the most comfortable place I’ve ever slept.
The ceiling is almost low enough for him to scrape his head, and it’s hung with dark fabric to muffle sounds. Like my own escape pod.
Only now there’s a hijacker, and I’m slowly giving up resisting.
I fall onto the comforter.
Finn’s scent is faded. Now I’m swimming in Orion’s sweatshirt, but there’s a lingering whiff of Atlas that snuck onto my skin.
“Shit.” Orion collapses next to me, rubbing his arms, where soft blond hairs stand on end. “Wasn’t expecting a head-to-head with the pack leader. Ex-pack leader?”
“Wasn’t expecting that or a fucking bomb threat.”
“If we’re both…” Orion holds up a shaking hand.
“Jittery as fuck?”
“That. You think it would help to nest? I know I’m not—”
I smush his lips under my palm. “Can we snuggle and not talk about it?”
I want the comfort, not the implications.
“Hell yes.” Orion snags a blanket and gathers it around us. We prop ourselves with pillows, burrowing deep.
