“I’ll grab your jacket.”
“It’s not that cold outside.”
“I’ll grab your jacket,” I repeat, and I swear she pushes her thighs together.
This Omega is the ultimate test indeed.
CHAPTER 7
Bram holds my hand as we walk around his development for what feels like hours, both of us talking about our childhoods, what we do and don’t like.
He’s exactly what I thought, rough exterior but gooey on the inside.
The fact that he isn’t a sharer but wants to try for me already has my little Omega heart squealing. Yes, I indeed can change his mind.
It’s honestly a little pathetic on my end. But what started as infatuation before the night began is now a full-blown crush. I’ll probably be doodling Bram Nilsen designs or the number forty-three and then laminating them for preservation purposes.
Being “all in” kind of people seems to be a common thread that both Bram and I have. But there’s still a big fat elephant following us as we walk through the pretty tree-lined streets of his neighborhood.
Sharing.
We’ve brought up the fact that I’m looking for a pack, but there’s so much that goes into that, like dating other people while still getting to know Bram.
I know one Alpha will not be enough for me during my first heat, and I also can’t conceptualize the idea of going into heat without feelings. I need that connection almost as much as I want to bond and build this dream life for myself.
“Should we talk about the pack stuff?” I ask him, squeezing his massive hand.
He looks out over the lake, and some weird growling noise emanates from his chest. I definitely didn’t forget how he purred earlier when we kissed. Part of me wants to climb him right now and make him do it again while we make out.
But as much as I want to change his mind on his sharing stance, I don’t want to fundamentally change him. He wants to take it slow, it’s something that’s important to him, and as badly as I’d like to just test drive his knot, I’m going to have to be patient.
“I think it would be best that I don’t know until you’ve decided someone is worth your time,” he says, and I click my tongue, wondering if that’s the best way to go about this.
I try to think back to my mother Willow’s stories of how they became a pack; it wasn’t all smooth sailing, and I don’t expect building my own pack to be any different.
Bram is adjusting for me, so I’ll do the same for him.
“Okay, deal, we won’t talk about it until I think it’s worth bringing up. But should I tell them about you?”
“Yes,” he says quickly, and I bite my lip.
I’m not sure how well this possessive Alpha will do in a pack setting, but I already like how intense he seems about me. Now I’d like to double it by two more men who will be equally as obsessed with me.
Maybe it’s weird that the two other people currently invading my thoughts are two people Bram knows.
But he just clearly said he didn’t want to know until it was serious. I only have a friendship with Max and Ethan, no matterhow cute or intriguing I find them. Again, counting my chickens before they hatch.
The sun has long set as Bram walks me over to my car. The large Alpha seems a little lost for words and how to act when I unlock the vehicle and stand there.
“Bram?”
“Hmm.”
“Kiss me good night, and tell me what a lovely time we had.”
He gives me a rare smile, one that tells me that I was right about him. That this pull toward him wasn’t just because of his scent or looks. There’s something more here, and we’d be fools not to explore it.
His large hand cradles the back of my head, and I quickly realize I’m addicted to the sheer size of him. Maybe it’s because I know he’d be a great protector or I like feeling small. Either way, I want his hands to explore more than just my face.
