“Of course, captain,” the blonde one says, moving the beverage cart and going down the aisle. I’m sure she’s getting glares, but she comes back quickly, shutting the overhead compartment and hands me her bag.
I place it on the ground and I’m immediately hit with the scent of an Alpha. Was she lying to me? And most importantly, why does smelling another Alpha on her stuff piss me off so much?
I grab her bag of medications and ignore all the other products in the suitcase to the best of my ability and zip it back up.
“Put this in our overhead bin when you have a moment please,” I tell the attendants before grabbing a bottle of water from the cart and knocking back on the bathroom door. “Shiloh, it’s Cole.”
She opens the door and I sneak back in, handing her the bag of medication. She places them on the counter and with shaky hands she attempts to read each bottle.
“Your bag smelled like an Alpha,” I tell her, because if she’s lying to me, I’ll redirect this bus right now.
“Dickhead TSA agent,” she says, squinting, trying her best to focus.
“Would it be better if you told me what you needed and I fished them out?”
She nods, dropping the pill bottles and pressing her back against the wall. Shiloh licks her lips as she searches my face.
“The scent blockers and the suppressant, though they won’t work fully. Just hopefully enough before the flight is over,” she says softly.
I dig through the bag, not mentioning the sleeping pills, or the other medications, that’s none of my business.
I open the pill bottles and hand her the water. She takes them both quickly and then drinks even more of the water. Her slender neck shifts with each swallow, before she places it on the counter.
“It’s going to take a little bit to kick in…I can stay in here?—”
“We’ll wait.”
“You don’t?—”
“I’ll do what I want,” I tell her and she bites her lip with a smile. Her nose scrunches and she sighs, resting the back of her head against the wall as we share the small space.
“You smell nice,” she says.
I clear my throat. “So do you.”
“You can’t say shit like that to me right now,” she says, not opening her eyes.
“Drink more water,” I tell her and she doesn’t even question it, just drinks more water.
This is fucked up, Cole.
All the Omegas Jonah tried to set us up with, I wasn’t feeling it, none of them felt right. But as I stand cramped in this small ass bathroom inhaling lemon pound cake, I can’t help but to feel it’s kismet.
I even feel like Mack would even be interested. He’s shy around people, but she seems rather shy too.
I’m getting way ahead of myself.
Her eyes are closed as she rests her head against the wall in the cramped space, waiting for her medication to kick in, not that I think it’s going to do much.
“So, Philly is home?” I ask.
Partially because it’s also where I live, and I’m not sure what else to talk about right now. And maybe, just maybe I’m trying to figure out as much as I can before she’s fully in heat, which hopefully is after we land this fucking plane.
“Yes. I was out in LA for two years, thought I was with the right pack, you know? Turns out that wasn’t the case. I’m probably going into heat because I left them and I’ve been fucking stressed and I have no clue what I’m going to do,” she says, tears running down her face.
She uses the sleeves of her sweater to wipe her eyes.
“Sorry. I don’t mean to trauma dump on you.”
