Timber very politely tells everyone to leave him the fuck alone.
Everyone apart from me.
“Are you still messed up about our date?” I ask as the last of the other players files out. They’re going to party tonight, but I want to see if Timber will give me a chance before I go.
“Stop calling it our date. We happen to be going on dates at the same restaurant at the same time. There’s no ‘our’ about it.”
“Okay, sure,” I say, leaning over again to grab myself a little omelette roll. “But I wasn’t joking when I said I want you to meet my omega.”
“Stop calling her yours. Unless you share a bite, there’s nothing there,” he growls.
I know he has issues with omegas, but I didn’t realize it’s so intense. I want to ask him if he shared a bite with his ex, but it’s not the right moment.
“Did you share a bite with your ex?” I ask, and he snaps straight back.
“I had the fucking thing lazered off as soon as we broke the bond. And that’s what I’m talking about. Even if you bite each other, it doesn’t mean shit, because you can just cover it up as if nothing ever happened, just like my nose.”
I flinch as he mentions it again.
I consider how Ollie and I made love, and how we were with each other afterward. It had been brief, but there’s so much more there for us. I just need to meet her again so we can learn about each other and really open up to our bond. And our connection can’t be so easily erased.
Plus, we still need to fill in the pack registration forms. Which is another reason I keep going back to the hospital.
My grin turns into a softer smile. “Ollie is definitely my omega,” I say, looking up at Timber. He can’t smell or taste her, but would it matter as long as he’s attracted to her? Would he change his thinking if he saw how confident and cheeky she was? I hoped he already knew what she was like, even if he hadn’t guessed what might really be going on with her and Luke.
“I’m serious about you meeting her, and about being a pack.”
I don’t like how quiet Timber goes when I say that. A dark look creeps into his eyes, and his head dips. I’m going too far, but I’m getting so desperate that my knee is bouncing.
“Yeah, I know you hate the idea, but I want you to forgive me. Maybe we could fuck around and find out how stubborn you want to keep being from here on out.” Or I have to stop being so greedy because I want them both so badly.
The way his brow tightens and he lets out a slight breath makes me just as hot as scenting Ollie when she slicked for me.
“Kane, I’m really not in the mood,” he says through stiff lips.
“Would it really be so bad to go on a date with me?” I ask, leaning forward to pluck another sausage roll, waving it up to him. I’ve been trying to get him to repeat the move he planted on me and stole my breath with last week.
I can see him considering it as his gaze dances over it. But someone laughs from outside the door, and he pulls back at the last moment.
I shrug like it doesn’t matter, as if I haven’t been desperately missing his coffee along with Ollie’s syrup.
“I don’t want to be with another omega. Never again,” he says. And that could be the end of the conversation. I could leave it there and wait for Ollie to meet Timber as herself and hope that things would work out how I want.
But I’m a nosy bastard, and I don’t want to let this go.
“What if you scent match with someone else?”
Timber turns to glare at me, and guilt stabs me for speaking too quickly.
“You’re the second person who's asked me that this week. Do you really think I’m ever going to scent match with someone?” he asks with a growl that really gets me going.
“Maybe not scent match, but you might feel something. Since I’m obviously off the table, you could be attracted to someone and not need to scent them.”
He gets this look on his face that sparks me up, like he already knows what I’m talking about. Or maybe that’s what I want to see.
“Do I need to remind you that you’re the reason why I’m like this?” he asks, his voice numb.
Silence falls between us as the guilt grows even sharper in my chest. Because I’ll forget it, and maybe introducing him to Ollie, or getting him to see how I feel about him, could help the tiniest bit toward getting him to forgive me.
