Uriel: Hot? Drop dead gorgeous? Move on over. I’m… fucking adorable.
Me: lmfao
Uriel: What if I guess wrong?
Me: What if you guess right?
Uriel: Hm… are you an Alpha, too?
Me: Noo. Try again!
Uriel: Thank fuck. I don’t know how I feel about getting pegged by a beautiful woman.
I choked on my saliva.
Me: If you’re trying to get in my pants… it’s working.
Uriel: Woah. At least take me out first! ??
I was smiling so much my cheeks hurt. This was exactly what I needed.
Uriel: So you’re an Omega. ??
Me: Nope. I’m a freak mutation.
Uriel: I smell a trap. Put me out of my misery.
Me: Guess you’ll find out on that date.
Uriel: Even though I didn’t guess it right?
Me: Because you didn’t guess it right.
I threw my phone on the passenger’s seat and pulled out of the driveway. The dread of the airport already easing slightly thanks to a flirtatious stranger.
As the car surged forward, the cold wind felt like slashes against my cheek. The further I got from my Mother’s territory, the easier it was to breathe. Ding! My older siblings say I’ve got it good. That Mother went easy on me. Compared to the physical abuse they got as kids, the emotional trauma I experienced on the daily was nothing. Bile rose and I swallowed it down to avoid throwing up. The truth remained: No matter what I do, I’ll never be good enough.
The familiar black cloud of depression, a physical weight hanging above my head, thundered again. Before the storm of despair and self-loathing could hit, I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I swerved in time to avoid a car driving in my lane. My knuckles cracked as I clenched the wheel tightly and pretended I didn’t have a thousand reasons to drive off the road. I ignored every notification and continued driving until I took the exit for the airport. Checking the time, I still had an hour to kill, and made my way toward the phone parking area.
Beautiful
A few minutes later, I pulled off the shoulder and put the car in park at a free spot in the Cell Phone Lot. Afraid of falling asleep, I got up and grabbed my phone off the seat before I reclined all the way. The silence was uncomfortable. I hit the play button, then immediately silenced the music when a SnarlChat notification lit up the screen. I ignored the texts from my mom and smiled.
Dane: Hey beautiful. Miss me?
I was buzzing with excitement as I bit down on my lip.Beautiful. He called me beautiful.I swiped open the chat. I knew how desperate that sounded. I wanted to hate Amos for making me this pathetic, but I was also to blame. Something about Dane just made me giddy. There was a pretty little square box daring me to tap it. I did, without hesitation. My jaw dropped. He was lying on the bed, his muscled abdomen exposed, a white sheet halfway down his tatted thigh, and his cock standing to attention. My eyes traveled up the long, thick length, and my mouth watered.
Me: Damn. I did.
Dane: Show me how much you missed me.
I groaned. My eyes snapped to the car parked in front of me to the rearview mirror where another sat behind me. I leaned my head against the window and blew out a breath. There’s no way.
Me: You have the worst timing.
Dane: Tell me about it.
Me: I’m at the airport.
