Kit tilts his head like he’s trying to remember. “It has one of the Chris’ in it.”
Rory interjects, “She loves Chris Pine.”
His hands clap together hard. “That’s it! Chris Pine. The guy fromThe Princess Diaries.”
My entire body seems to be in overload, and it’s made even worse when Rory gets called away by Stacia. She gives me a teasing glance as I squint at her in betrayal.
So much for having a buffer.
Now that it’s just us, he feels so close and my body is hyperaware of every inch of him. I cough, trying to speed up the process so maybe I can escape in a moment to breathe. “Sure,” I say, and it comes out a bit more huskily than I’d care to admit. Then I put my foot further in my mouth and say, “Sounds like a date.”
The other omega only brightens at the confirmation. My mouth opens to spill out more word vomit, but then Sam’s green apple scent alerts me just a second before he comes back, our drinks in tow. I gawk at how tiny the cups look in his massive hands.
“Watermelon spritz with prosecco and a splash of cucumber vodka,” he says as he hands one to his mate.
“That sounded so formal, love,” Kit jokes.
Sam’s cheeks flush the slightest amount. “Just in case she’s allergic to anything.”
The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. I accept the cup and the smell is incredible. “Wow, I appreciate that but I don’t have any allergies. Thank you.” I take a small sip and a tiny sigh escapes my lips. “That’s incredible.”
“I keep telling him that if being a lawyer doesn’t pan out, he could always be a really hot bartender,” Kit says, which makes Sam smile. “Hey babe, we’re going to the movies this weekend. When will you be free?”
Sam rubs his mate’s shoulder absentmindedly. “I don’t think I can make it this time. I have a lot of stuff to do for class this weekend, so next weekend will be free.”
Kit’s mouth forms an ‘o’ like he’s just remembering something. “Valentine’s Day weekend.”
Sam nods, threading his fingers in Kit’s hair to tug him closer. He brings his lips to his ear and tries to whisper so I can’t overhear, but—of course—I do anyway. “I have a very special day planned. And I do meanallday, so be prepared to either be sick of me or knotted by the end.”
I glance away, pretending that I didn’t just hear that heated sentiment as Sam lets go of Kit’s hair and gives him a loving kiss on the shoulder. The omega looks back at me, clears his throat, and beams like he’s on top of the world. I don’t blame him after witnessing that public display of affection. “Cool. So it looks like it’ll just be the two of us. Like you said, a date.”
The way he says it sounds suggestive and my cheeks pinken. I hide my face and take a deep breath, but I’m imagining us in a dark room, side by side, as we watchChris freaking Pine, and my skin heats up.
Fuck. What did I just get myself into?
ELEVEN
Playing: “Supernatural” by Ariana Grande (ft. Troye Sivan)
What doesone wear on a date—that’s not a date—with your scent match that doesn’t know he’s your scent match?
Because of my blip with dating after getting my diagnosis, I want to say jeans aren’t completely out of the question, but all of those dates failed, so what would I know?
Fuck, this isn’t even that type of date.
I shake my head as I look between the options that I have before opening up my phone and calling the one person who might be able to help me.
Rory’s face comes up on the screen, her smile wide as she pushes some of her dark blue hair behind her ear. Before she says anything, I turn the camera around and show her the different types of clothes I have set out. “Help me, what do I wear?!”
She lets out a snort. “Are you actually going with Kit to see that movie?”
I don’t dare turn the camera back around because then she’ll see my guilty expression. “Please, Rory. What says, ‘hey, I’m cute’ without saying ‘hey, I’m your scent match’? Jeans, right?”
“Jeans that make your ass look great,” she replies.
“But jeans that do that are also very uncomfy.”
“Opal, let me be honest.” I halt, because those are words thatnobodywants to hear. I turn the camera back around and practically hide in the corner of my screen. “You could wear a plastic bag and Kit wouldn’t care one bit. I don’t know how it happened, but you have that omega wrapped around your little crocheting fingers.”
