“Thank you for the ride. For the kisses,” I tell him. My finger lifts to my lip, rubbing it softly.
“You never have to thank me, Baby. That was amazing.”
Heat creeps up my neck, and I can tell without even seeing my face that I’m blushing.
I open the door, heart pounding, and step out into the cool night. Every step toward my house feels like walking on air, like I’m carrying the warmth of his hands and the weight of his kiss with me.
When I get to my door, I look over my shoulder, seeing him still there, waiting for me to get safely inside. I lift my hand and wave before opening my door and stepping in.
By the time I make it to my bedroom, I’m still smiling. Still glowing. Still tasting him on my lips. Still feeling the evidence of the night between my thighs.
Still replaying the truth I can’t believe.
Tonight… everything changed. And I never want to go to a time before this.
Bright rays of light shine through my sheer curtains. The warmth of the rays falling on my face, the kind of heat that forces my eyes open even when my body wants to keep dreaming. To stay in the euphoric bliss it’s created.
I pull my arms from beneath my blanket, reaching them above my head as I stretch. Glancing over, I see it’s almost noon. I’ve never slept this late before. Never felt this relaxed. Thishappy.
A faint, tender ache in my core reminds me immediately that last night wasn’t a dream.
It was real. Every amazing, delicious moment happened.
My breath stutters.
My cheeks warm, my hand presses lightly to my thigh, not to soothe, just to confirm the truth that I already know.
It felt right. There was no embarrassment or guilt. It’s everything I want and more.
And even now, in the quiet of my own room, it feels unreal in the best possible way.
The memories come back in fragments—not explicit, not sharp, just soft sensations that glow under my skin.
The way he looked at me like I was something precious.
The way he touched me, like I was meant to be there. That he wanted me.
The way he spoke to me.
And the way he said it. Like it was an unofficial vow to me.
I never imagined how deeply those words would hit me. How hearing them from him made me realize that Joseph was never meant to say them. “My omega…”
I inhale shakily.
My body immediately reacts to those remembered words. Chest tightening with warmth, my pulse flickering fast. My head sends a quiet shiver down my spine.
He told me I was it for him. That he didn’t want anyone else. He made me feel like choosing me wasn’t just a fluke of the moment—it was something he’d already known he wanted to do.
Lying here alone, wrapped in my own sheets, I realize how much that matters. How much he matters.
I remember the way I gazed into his eyes afterward—still breathless, still finding myself—and the words I uttered.
“You’re mine too. Alpha.”
He is. But not just him. I can’t wait to experience the same with Milton and Korbin. My heart’s hoping with everything that they want the same.
I miss Lincoln already. His steadiness. The security of his presence beside me.
