My pulse quickens just thinking about kissing him. How his lips would feel against mine. Even kissing other things.
Me: Guess we’ll just have to see.
Me: Seriously though, make sure he keeps it elevated and ices it. If it doesn’t get better, he may want to see the team trainer.
Lincoln: Yes ma’am.
Lincoln: Can I show you something?
Me: Of course.
What does he want to show me? I sit there, waiting for something to come through, but it doesn’t. Is this the part where this all turns into a game and he’s just fucking with me, toying with my emotions?
Then a message pops through. A video. I open it, and I can’t help but let out a squeal. It’s him—signing his name clumsily but proudly.
Me: That’s so good. You’re learning to sign?
Lincoln: Thanks for not destroying me. It’s terrible, I know. I learned that from a video, but I signed up for a class.
Lincoln: I hope it helps me learn faster. That way we can talk without needing anyone to translate. It’s going to make taking you on a date a lot easier. Plus, when I ask you out, I don’t want it to be by a text or translated.
Me: You’re going to ask me out? On a date?
Lincoln: I am. Are you going to say yes when I do?
I pause for a minute. Am I?
Me: Guess you’ll have to ask to find out.
My happiness is shattered when Benton walks into the kitchen, flipping the lights to get my attention. I can tell from the sour look on his face and the way his jaw is clenched that he’s still wound tight from what happened earlier at the charity event.
He immediately starts signing.
You getting cozy with another Scorpion now?I don’t need to hear his voice to know he’s growling.Lincoln wasn’t enough? You had to flirt with Milton too?
I let out a sigh. Any desire to eat the remaining food on my plate is now lost. Pushing the plate away, I roll my eyes at him.
It wasn’t flirting. I was helping him after he got hit. Try showing some gratitude instead of acting like I’m breaking league rules.In case you forgot, I’m your sister, not your teammate. This rivalry of yours doesn’t involve me.
That only fires him up more.
You don’t get it, Bay. These guys—they’re not like you. Korbin’s one of them, and he’s a piece of shit. Always has been. Lincoln, his brother, comes from the same cloth. And Milton,well he’s just as bad as the other two. You’re too good, too pure for them.
I place my hands on the table and shove my chair backward as I stand, my anger spiking.
If it were up to you, I’d be in a monastery, hidden away from any male. You’re not kidding anyone, Benton. The issue you have is that you’re still hung up on her. Gina left both of you years ago. Get over it. She got her jollies off by playing both of you, pitting each of you against the other.
Benton just laughs, shaking his head as his shoulders rise and fall.
Double standard, don’t you think, Bay? So, I should get over Gina and my issues with Korbin, just like you got over Joseph?
His words hit like a slap to the face. The air freezes between us; the room suddenly cold.
“That’s not the same,” I yell, forgetting all about signing. “Joseph was my scent match, and he rejected me. Gina was just some omega you passed around until she found someone else!”
Benton’s eyes go wide. He can see the anger in my face, the fact that I actually spoke when he knows I don’t like to. He shoves a hand through his hair, pacing across the kitchen as I just glare at him, tears sliding down my cheeks.
He finally stops and turns to me.
