I'd nearly forgotten what we were doing. His scent wasthatdistracting.
"Oh, right, the movie! Yeah, I'm ready."
Karl tilted his head. "Everything okay?"
Gah, he was so nice. He noticed all of my little quirks. Although we'd only known each other a short time, it felt longer. It was like Karl was an old friend, or a soulmate.
That thought made me blush. Soulmate sounded... romantic. Surely he didn't feel that way towards me?
"Angelo?" he asked again.
"S-sorry, I spaced out! I'm good to go."
Karl slightly quirked his brow, but didn't comment on my distractedness. "Sure. If you need anything, you'll let me know, right? I want you to be comfortable tonight."
I wanted to tell him I wasmorecomfortable in his little winter cabin than at my apartment.
"Right," I said.
Karl hit play on the remote. It was a Christmas movie I'd seen a dozen times and never got tired of,A Very Alpha Christmas.The title was as corny as the movie, but I didn't care. It was about an omega falling in love with an alpha he met during the holiday season. I'd been the one to pick the movie, but as it started, I wondered if choosing an overtly romantic one was a mistake. Was that awkward? Should I have picked something more family-friendly?
As I second-guessed myself, I felt Karl's hand brush against mine in the popcorn bowl. I let out a small surprised sound. Karl grinned as he tossed the popcorn in his mouth. Was he teasing me on purpose? I blushed.
"This is my favorite scene," Karl commented, pointing at the screen.
It was one I knew well—the meet-cute when the omega and alpha literally bumped into each other on the ice skating rink.
"Oh, it's one of mine, too!" I said. "This part, and the scene where they accidentally slip down the stairs together outside the candy store and end up on top of each other—"
"And everyone sees!" Karl added with a laugh. "That part kills me every time."
"Me, too!"
My chest was full of warm fuzzies. Nobodygotme like Karl did. We vibrated on the same wavelength. If we were a Christmas sweater, we'd be knitted on the same row from the same yarn.
Great, now I'm thinking ultra-cheesy things about him, too.
Soon we got engrossed in the movie. It was sweet how we were both on the edge of our seats, despite having seen it before. But then the movie veered into its romantic plot and I grew anxious again. Would Karl think I'd implied anything when I picked this movie to watch together? Would he care?
As the alpha and omega on screen kissed, my cheeks heated up. All I could think about was my kiss with Karl earlier. How soft and warm his lips were, how dizzy from pleasure I was, and most of all, how amazing it'd feel to do it again.
Suddenly I caught Karl looking at me from the corner of my eye. He wasn't watching the movie at all—he was staring atme.
Flustered, I turned to him and let out a weak chuckle. "What's up?"
"Angelo."
The soft, yearning way he said my name sent a ripple through my body.
Karl reached for me. He stroked my hair. I barely breathed because all I smelled was Karl's addictive scent.
"I want to kiss you again," Karl said.
My head spun.
"Please," I blurted out.
In a swift motion, Karl removed all the obstacles. He put our mugs and popcorn bowl on the coffee table while I sat there frozen with anticipation. When he returned, he gazed into my eyes. I stared back at those deep black irises ringed with tinsel-like silver.
