Page 41 of Mile High Heat


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“Please don’t feel like you owe me anything. Seriously, Jonah, it was an accident. I don’t blame you. There’s nothing for me to even forgive.”

He shakes his head, his hand not leaving my leg. “I don’t think it would’ve mattered if you were hurt or not, I don’t think I can…I’m not sure how to not be around you right now?” He phrases it as a question.

I’m not going to judge him, because in all fairness I quite like that he’s been in here looking after me. His scent is soothing, along with his presence.

I’m not sure how to answer his question, which was also a statement, so instead I eat as much as I can, and finish my water. Jonah takes the tray and places it on my nightstand.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” he asks nervously, glancing between the chair and the door.

Is he worried I’m going to ask him to leave?

“I don’t know how it’s possible, but I think I need some more rest. Stay with me?” I ask pulling the comforter back.

He takes off his shirt and pants. I get a flashback of his strong, beautiful body in the shower as I gawk at him. He’s by far the largest Alpha I’ve ever been with, and I quite like how small he makes me feel as he slides in next to me.

“Can I touch you?” he asks, and I know he’s not being sexual as I nod my head.

He scooches closer to me. The warmth of his body and his citrusy scent nearly lull me to sleep as he pulls me into his arms. He’s cautious of my leg as he holds me. The large Alpha falls asleep in seconds and a sense of immense pride fills me.

I did that. I comforted him just as he did me.

Maybe flying home and breaking my ankle was fate. Maybe this is where I was always meant to be.

Chapter 15

Shiloh

Jonah’s passed out,sleeping hard as the light cracks between the curtains. I don’t have the heart to wake him up, but the fact is I’m absolutely going to pee myself if I don’t get myself to the bathroom stat.

Luckily for me, Cole cracks the door to my room and peeks in.

He takes a look at me and the state of Jonah, and walks around to my side of the bed.

“I have to pee but I don’t want to wake him up,” I whisper and he nods.

He moves the big Alpha, not giving a shit if he wakes him up, and scoops me up in his arms and brings me to the bathroom. Which is equally as gorgeous as the bedroom. There’s a claw-foot tub, an antique golden mirror and soft touches of light pink everywhere.

Jonah’s sister clearly has taste. There’s nothing I would change about the bathroom or the bedroom and part of me wishes I could find a flaw in invading another Omega’s space. I hope she doesn’t hate me for it. I suppose if I’m only here for a short time it won’t matter anyway.

The thought of not staying here and going back to my Gran’s, however, that makes me feel like shit. Not only will I be abandoned again, but that will be two packs who thought I wasn’t worth keeping.

I stifle a sigh and try to stop overthinking.

Cole is gentle as he places me down on my feet. I wince and hold on to his shoulder for support as I move to sit on the toilet. I realize I’m wearing one of their shirts and a pair of panties.

“Do you need help?” he asks.

My cheeks have to be flaming red as I shake my head, but then I stop for a moment and look at the state of my hair framed around my face. I’m a fucking mess.

I swallow thickly and take a breath before I ask my question. “Do you think you could help me shower when I’m done?”

“Of course,” he says with a smile. “Jonah bought you something to cover your foot and a bench for the shower. Let me go grab them,” he says, petting down my messy hair.

When he leaves, I take care of my business and sit on the toilet, waiting for him to get back.

My old pack would have never offered to shower me. I can’t even recall us ever bathing together and it sends a familiar ache through me. What if they realize I’m not a good enough Omega just like Danny, Nick, and Ryan did? What if this is just what the beginning of the relationship looks like and then it’s suddenly ripped away from me again?

Didn’t I just say that I was going to stop overthinking the future?