The promise of sex still hangs in the air and breathing her in a space with little ventilation has me practically drooling.
I curl my hand around hers. “Good idea.”
As soon as we step outside, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Not wanting any distractions during my time with Faye, I’d silenced my phone, so I didn’t realize the pack chat was blowing up.
COLE
Where are you, Laz? You said you were going for pizza toppings.
REN
He’s with our omega.
COLE
What?! Answer me, Laz!
REN
Maybe Faye wants to join us for pizza night?
“Ren wants to know whether you want to join us for pizza night,” I tell her. “Well, not just him, me too. I mean, all of us want to know whether you’ll come.” Did that even make any sense? I’m turning into a teenage boy around her. Control yourself, Laz! “We have a pizza oven in our yard. We make the dough, pile on our toppings, then just chill. It’ll be fun.”
“I don’t know.” She bites the inside of her cheek. “I’ve already taken up enough of your time today.”
“Honeybee, we haven’t even put a dent in the time I want to spend with you. Pretty please?” I widen my eyes and pout. I know I look goofy, but I don’t care. Faye makes me feel comfortable enough to act silly. “I’ll even tell everyone you beat me atDance Dance Revolutionfair and square.”
“Fine, I’ll come.” She jokingly swats me on the arm. “But only if that’s okay with everyone else?”
“Let’s see what they say.”
ME
Faye’s gonna join us. She wants to know if that’s cool?
I turn my phone to show her their responses as they come in.
REN
YES!
COLE
Absolutely. Our home is her home.
Damon starts typing, then the three dots vanish. How long will he keep pretending? I know he feels a connection with her, even if he’s too stubborn to admit it yet. It was clear by how he looked at her.
I pick her up to spin her around again, loving the way her sweet laughter makes me feel like I won the lottery. If I had my way, I’d carry her everywhere so she never has to walk again.
All I’ve got to do now is not fuck this up.
NINETEEN
Faye
My lips still tingle from Laz’s kiss. I’m glad he had the sense to stop us, because I don’t know what would have happened otherwise. Despite never having been with an alpha before—or any man, for that matter—my natural instincts seemed to take over, instantaneously obliterating any nerves or reservations I had. It was as if an uncontrollable urge took over my body, drawing us together like magnets. Yet another key indicator of a scent match.
Some people even call scent matches, “fated mates” because they’re attracted to each other on a purely biological level. Like every cell in their bodies has been specifically designed for the other. Last night, I stayed up reading an article titled, “How to Know You’ve Found Your Scent Match”. The points included:
