“What’re you reading?”
“Omegaverse.”
His eyebrows knit together. “What does that mean?”
“Look it up.”
Willits rolls his eyes. “When are you going to tell us where you disappeared to over break?”
“I went to an orgy.”
“That lasted all week?”
“Yep.” My eyes flick to Shively. He stares at me, licks his lips, and turns his attention back to his laptop, but I don’t miss his hand going to his neck, touching his invisible collar. I smirk and turn my attention back to my phone screen.
“Where did you find a week-long orgy?”
“Online. You can find anything online.”
“The girls were hot, huh?”
“Could have been guys,” Felton says. “If he went to an orgy, he wasn’t the only guy there.”
“Right. Hot girls and guys,” Willits agrees. “You get a lot, huh?”
“Yep,” I agree.
“You didn’t really go to an orgy, did you?” Felton asks, leaning across the aisle one row back and popping his head around the empty seat beside me.
“Why not? I could have.”
Felton studies me, but he knows I didn’t. “Right. Does the guy you’re seeing know you went to an orgy?”
“Guy?” Marion asks from a couple rows behind us.
Felton winces. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean?—”
I laugh, waving him off. “No big deal.”
“It is a big deal to out someone,” he mutters, staring at me with big glassy eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I?—”
“Felton,” I say, leaning forward to kiss his forehead in the middle of the aisle. “It’s cool. I haven’t shared it because it hasn’t come up. Not because I’m hiding it.”
He continues to look miserable as he sits back in his seat, turning his attention to Ren. Ren takes him in his arms, encouraging Felton to tuck in close, then meets my eyes. I hope I clearly convey that I’m not upset.
Perhaps I should be, but I’m not.
I sit back again, my eyes meeting Shively, who’s watching me as if he’s seen a ghost. Slightly startled, mostly terrified, a little green. Pulling out my phone, I send him a quick text message.
Me
Willits and Felton know I’m seeing someone. They have no idea who and haven’t asked. I haven’t volunteered. Take a breath, omega.
His phone is silent, but I see the moment he feels the notification. He jumps slightly and almost visibly shakes himself out of the moment.
“So… now that that’s out of the bag,” Willits says. “You two go away somewhere?”
I keep Shively in my peripheral vision. “Maybe I stayed home and shut off my phone.”
