“That’s what happens when no one knows what to get you for Christmas, they just give you ties.”
She taps her chin in deliberation. Picking up a maroon tie with a nondescript floral pattern, she holds it up against my suit. Her little tongue pokes out, and she squints an eye to make sure it's the right choice. Normally I just go with whatever color my suit is, so this will be new.
“Yeah, this one. Gives you a nice contrast of color.”
I take the tie from her and loop it around my neck. Her eyes follow every motion I make, and I swear I can see a glimmer of desire in her eyes.
“Want to get some breakfast to go? Then I’ll drop you off at home?”
She grabs the sweatshirt collar with both hands and takes a deep inhale. “Sure, can I borrow this?”
“Of course.” I look down at her in my hoodie that reaches her thighs and my dick instantly gets hard. Seeing her sporting my clothes and scent awakens a possessive side of me I wasn’t sure I had.
“My pants are probably too big, but maybe just borrow a pair to get you home?”
She looks down at her bare legs and my massive socks on her feet. “Yeah, I don’t want to wear my dress home. If you don’t mind?”
“Of course not, sweetheart.”
I kiss her head before handing her a pair of joggers that I haven’t worn in a while. Hopefully, they’re on the smaller side.
She slides them up to her legs, and the look is very homeless chic. Her hair is an interesting mess. It dried in a weird array of angles last night. Everything she’s wearing is mine, which are all multiple sizes too big. Yet, I think she looks more beautiful than ever.
“Don’t worry, we’ll go through a drive-thru,” I assure her.
“Phew, I’m pretty sure that people would think you're my criminal defense lawyer or something, seeing us together like this,” she says and then laughs at her own joke.
“Luckily, I don’t give a fuck what anybody thinks. Go grab your things, and we’ll head out in a few minutes.”
She smirks at me but starts collecting all her belongings so I can take her home. I wonder if she wants to see me again tonight. Is that too forward?
Emily waits for me in the foyer. Hunched over, petting Binx’s chin and speaking softly to him, she tells him what a pretty boy he is.Lucky bastard.
“Ready?”
“Yeah. Bye, Mr. Binx.”
She gives him one last little head pat. The cat meows back at her and she practically fucking beams. Like he is a ghost child stuck in a cat's body, just like his namesake fromHocus Pocussuggests.
We stop at the first Dunkin’ we see on the way to her place. She orders a vanilla chai and I get my standard red eye. Neither of us are big breakfast people apparently, so we just stick to our warm caffeinated drinks. She directs me over to the Jeffries Point area. Not a bad area, but being right next to the airport sucks. Her condo is right off of Everett Street and I park out front of the building. Leaning her face against the headrest of the seat, she looks at me expectantly.
“I want to see you again. I mean, more than just your heat. I’d like to get to know you better,” I tell her, hoping she understands how genuine I’m being.
She blushes and smiles. “I’d like that too... There is something I want to mention.”
“Okay?” Is this where she tells me she has some sort of demented fetish?
“I’m a little bit different during my heat. I just want to give you a heads up. I hope that you still want to see me after, so let's see how the heat goes, and then you can decide.”
I furrow my brow in confusion. I don’t press her on exactly how she’s different. I mean, I know Omegas aren’t very lucid during their heats, and that's why they need generous amounts of care.
“Emily, I don’t think anything is going to change my mind. Your heat should start in the next couple of days, yeah?”
“Yeah, definitely by Friday. Honestly, the nesting urge hit me pretty hard last night, so it might be sooner. Will you be able to get off work?”
“I’ll be there no matter what.” I smile at her and lean over the center console to give her a quick kiss.
“I do still need your number though.”
