I peek out of the corner of my eye as Luke laughs again, and I can’t stop my thoughts from wandering. Although the way Ireacted to the oatmeal obviously wasn’t normal, my attraction to Luke keeps growing.
Could there be a way where I actually give in, where I trust Kane, even though it could be the worst decision I ever make? What would happen if I asked Luke if he was okay with me packing up with Kane and his gorgeously scented sister? Where would that leave him?
Marilyn said we needed omegas to calm us down, but being with Luke like this is the most settled I’ve felt in years. I don’t need to do anything. Luke is having his own fun, and I’m just along for the ride.
Maybe I can talk to Marilyn and ask her if it has to be an omega. I could write off all omegas, pretend I can’t scent his sister so deeply it’s ingrained in my body, and live a quiet life doing simple shit like this.
I’m too distracted looking at him, and my character is absolutely annihilated as Luke strikes me again and again.
He’s laughing hard, and I can’t help laughing along with him.
“Oh man, you’re so bad at this!” he cries as he flings his hand out.
It lands straight on my chest, and all the air suddenly vanishes from the room as he gasps.
With all his flirting, I thought he would laugh it off as he drags his hand back and nudges my nipple.
And I fucking shudder because a spark of pleasure winds through me as Luke presses harder.
I’ve never met a beta who’s suave, but Luke has a way about him which makes me think he’d never get embarrassed by anything.
Until a blush suddenly floods his cheeks, and he flinches. His eyes flutter, and I draw in a slow breath as I ease my chest into his hand.
He gulps, and the air around us tightens as we watch each other. I don’t know what I’m looking for. Some sign, a clue he’s feeling the same need that’s building up inside me, for a reason to finally wrap my arms around him to ease the tension that’s been driving me crazy since he arrived.
Luke squeezes, his fingers barely denting my hard pec as his eyes widen.
“Um… I think…” he trails off, his lips parting in a way that’s asking to be kissed.
We’re having a moment, aren’t we? I can’t say it out loud, but more tension hums between us, and my anticipation grows as I realize there’s only one way this can go.
I’m trying to tell myself off, trying to convince myself it’s a bad decision, but I want to try kissing him. Even just once. The only other person I’ve felt this with in years is Kane.
The second I move, he jumps back. And he’s up, shooting away from the couch, his calves bumping into the coffee table.
Luke drops his controller and practically sprints for the kitchen door.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“You stay there,” he calls over my shoulder.
Sighing, I slump back on the couch, glaring at my controller.
I’ve ruined it. I was too caught up in how relaxed we were that I forgot he’s my employee. I’m not supposed to be close to him like that.
I just can’t explain it. Is it the aftereffects of his sister’s maple syrup? I don’t even deserve to be near him when I’m craving her as well.
I’m trying not to let the disappointment in myself take me over, because I keep fucking up today. First Kane, and now Luke. I can’t do anything right, and I just have to mess up a good thing by getting turned on instead of making a joke about the fact that he groped me. Though jokes aren’t exactly my thing.
Why the hell can’t I act normal for once?
I whip around as Luke finally returns to the couch, clutching a huge bowl.
“I thought you always wanted us to eat at the table?” I ask as he hands over a dripping salad.
Luke’s smile looks the same, but maybe I’m imagining the way he holds back from me.
“No, I just want to make sure you’re actually eating your food. You’re not going anywhere until I’ve seen you clean up every last drop.” He throws me a wink, and I can’t tell if he’s referencing the oatmeal.
