The days were long, but the weeks were short, and before I knew it, I’d been home for a month.
The guys messaged me regularly: Avery kept me topped up on memes and cute animal videos to de-stress. The sharks being “puppies of the sea,” as he called them, were my favorites. Hunter and Parker sent me gift cards to half the restaurants in Seattle so I could eat well, though I’d mostly been using them for my dads, since my stomach was being uppity about a lot of food. Logan sent me voice notes, updating me on his daily life and asking about mine, offering a ready ear, as well as encouragement and reminders that I deserved rest. I didn’t listen to that advice, but the sound of his voice was perfect to help me relax.
I knew I was getting attached to them. I felt it creeping in each time I smiled at a message or had a rush of relief when I got a treat delivered because I didn’t have time to go get one. They’d been worming their way in since I’d met the first of them two months ago, and they hadn’t stopped.
I didn’t often have the bandwidth to formulate any sort of lengthy response to their messages, but they didn’t seem to mind. Most nights, my socialization came down to a five- minute call with Meadow before I fell asleep.
A package had arrived today, sentbyMeadow, but notfromher. Logan’s information was listed on it, and Meadow had messaged me to make sure I was cool with her sending it along.
My dads had stared at it as I brought it inside, waiting for an explanation when I dropped it in my room and returned withoutmaking a peep. I didn’t need to tell them about Logan, so I said it was a care package from Meadow when they started prodding.
After dinner, when all of my tasks for the evening had been completed, and my dads were taking Pappa out for some fresh air, I scurried up to my room, closed the door, and assaulted the packing tape with my nail file to break into what Logan had sent me. His spicy sandalwood scent burst out of the cardboard, and I clapped my hand over my mouth to silence the groan it elicited. My pussy clenched, the sensation of warm slick pooling between my thighs immediately following.
What the fuck?
Was I so hard up that one whiff of him was enough to unravel me?
At the top of the package was a note.
Seattle is colder than LA. Better add this to your collection.
Below the paper was a folded hoodie absolutely drenched in his scent. I hadn’t been particularly stealthy about stealing the last one, but if he was willing to supply them, I was willing to acquire them. I tucked right into the hoodie, my pussy primed and ready for attention as the rest of me settled.
Under the hoodie was enough candy to have a kiddo scaling a mountain. I pulled out the chocolate peanut butter cups and ate them while feeling cozy as fuck.
My phone buzzed.
Logan:
Meadow said the package was due to arrive today
Did it get there?
Clover:
It definitely did
Peanut butter cups are already in my tummy
Thank you
A call from him came through next, and I almost didn’t answer, but my instinctsreallywanted to hear his gravelly voice while I was surrounded by his scent.
“Hey, stranger.” The gruff, velvety sound washed over me.
A surge of delight snaked through my chest, foreign and familiar all at once. What the fuck was that?
“Are you ever coming back?”
“Eventually. Why? Do you miss me?”
His low growl sent a thrill down my spine. “You really think I wouldn’t?”
“You took me home in like two minutes. Could’ve been with another thirty omegas since I left.”
“I haven’t been withanyonesince you left my bed.”
I stuffed the hoodie sleeve into my mouth to silence the traitorous whimper that crawled up my throat. That was an ego boost I hadn’t been expecting.
