Farley suddenly stood up and walked over, sitting down beside me. His shoulder brushed against mine.
"Easier this way," he mumbled. "Sharing body heat."
My cheeks turned hot. Okay. Totally not what I expected, but I wasn't complaining.
"Shit, Quinn, you're like a damn furnace," Farley said.
He edged an inch closer. The full length of our arms was touching. A shiver ran down my spine. Arousal prickled between my thighs and I shoved them as tightly together as they could go.
Farley grunted as he got comfortable. "This okay?"
"Uh huh."
I don't know how I managed to sound so cool when I was burning up inside. Chalk it up to good old dad, I guess. If he couldn't grant me a pair of wings, at least I learned how to act unbothered from him.
"You said you had a big family, right?" Farley asked. "But not a mate or kids?"
"That's right."
We were both quiet for a moment.
"Oh," was all Farley said.
I almost opened my mouth to stupidly ask him the same question but I already knew the answer. He'd said as much before we began travelling together.
The topic hung in the air like electricity; charged, and we were both afraid to touch it.
Nothing to see here. Just an alpha and a naked omega leaning against each other in a den in the middle of a mountain. Alone.
Except my inner fox was getting seriously impatient. He was yipping angrily at me with that sassy attitude, crying out that Farley was the one.
I refused to believe him. Farley was new and exciting, a novelty from outside my sphere of existence. He just happened to be handsome and smell amazing. That was all.
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. His strong profile was so handsome. If only I could just reach out and touch his face...
I'd moved closer to him without realizing it. I froze. We were barely a few inches apart.
Farley turned his gaze on me. His eyes were warm and inviting, deeply alluring, like he was daring me to come closer.
Ever so slightly, his lips parted enough for me to notice. He wasn't moving away.
Did he haveanyidea how amazing he smelled?
I wanted to crush my lips against his, to make out with him until we were breathless and panting. But I couldn't. Not when I knew how much he hated alphas, and what he'd been through.
"Quinn," Farley said, his voice low and gruff.
I swallowed thickly. "Hm?"
Farley angled his head. There was barely any space between our mouths. The heat of his breath ghosted over my lips.
"Why aren't you kissing me?" Farley demanded, sounding annoyed.
The question took me by surprise. "What?"
Farley scowled.
Then he surged forward and captured my mouth with his own.
