He hesitates for a second and then nods. "Let me help you back up."
Before I can protest, he's already lifting me into my seat and buckling me in. I hold my breath when he stops just a few inches from my face and looks me over. I want him to kiss me again. I want it so badly. All these years apart didn't change how much I crave him. Them.
"You don't make this easy, baby girl." He plans a soft kiss on my forehead and shuts my door.
Chapter Six
Vanessa
The rest of the drive to the cabin is mostly quiet, with stolen glances at Zayne while he is concentrating on the road. Whenever he caught me looking, I would quickly look away, blushing, but not before seeing a hint of a smile on his lips. If this alpha ever fully smiled at me, I would probably die from happiness.
He seems so calm and at ease while I'm practically bouncing in my seat with nerves.
What did that kiss mean?
Would he kiss me again?
Does he want me?
Would he kiss me in front of Silas and Mason now that they're packmates?
Do they want an omega?
Could they possibly want me?
I'm so lost in my own head that I barely notice when he parks in front of the cabin.
"You just gonna sit there looking pretty, or are you coming inside?"
I look up from my lap and see Silas and Mason coming down the porch to greet us. I give Zayne a shy smile and nod. "I guess so."
Silas opens my door, and Mason swoops in to grab me and lift me out of the truck, his yummy smoky scent making my head spin. He places me down gently right before I get pulled into a tight hug by Silas.
"What took you guys so long? Did Zayne make a move, Ness?" Silas leans closer to whisper in my ear, his vanilla pudding scent making my legs wobble. "Your lips are swollen and red and look absolutely delicious. I can't wait until it's my turn. Zayne's a lucky bastard."
Zayne tosses a bag at Mason and grunts. "What? The two of you couldn't keep each other entertained?"
Mason gives me a mischievous smile and winks, making my heart skip a beat. "Silas isn't really my type. He uses more hair products than any other woman I know, but he lacks in the chest department."
Silas pouts at Mason. "My chest is not lacking. That one hockey magazine wrote that I had one of the best bodies in the NHL."
"That was a quote from one of the puck bunnies," Mason says, rolling his eyes.
"Doesn't mean it's not true."
I grin as I watch the three of them interact. The last time I saw them, things had been so different. They had been fighting, and all swore that they hated each other. The men I was looking at now were almost like the boys I'd been best friends with before everything went to shit. They tease and rib at each other, but you can't miss the affection there. I love that they're back to loving each other.
They argue about Mason's workout routine and a puck he let slip through at one of their last games. They still won, so all is forgiven. I look up at the cabin, the roof covered in a layer of snow, and let out a happy little sigh. How I could suddenly miss a place so much after not thinking about it for years was a mystery, but as I took in everything I knew, it was true. The red two-story cabin looked like something straight out of a magazine. The balconies that overlook the lake, theporch that wraps around the entire house, the Christmas decorations that are never taken down- it feels like no time has passed.
I trace my childhood steps up to the porch and to the swing that bumps into the wall of the living room if you swing too hard. I sit down and push off, happier than I ever expected to be. I look out at the lake- too big to freeze even with how cold it is- and feel a buzz of excitement. I was going to get a lot of work done here. I have a feeling growing in my chest- eagerness to sit down and type away until I have pages and pages of work in front of me.
"Hey, I thought you were right behind us." Silas comes out and leans against the porch railing across from me. "Remembering the good old days?"
"And thinking about where to set up my laptop for writing. Being back here has inspired me."You have inspired me.
"We will find you the perfect spot." He looks me over and gives me a slow smile. "Remember the last time we were here?"
I think back and nod, not wanting to say it out loud. I'm feeling shy about our history after kissing Zayne.
