Lexi pales slightly as she nods, chewing on her bottom lip.
“Is there something I need to know?” I ask, leaning against the door frame as I wait.
Lexi glances over her shoulder, as if checking the street for her sister. I live farther in town than they do, so it’ll take Silva a little longer to get to my house.
“Just know that she’s not as strong as she pretends,” she says finally. “Silva internalizes and sees a lot more than people think. She doesn’t even tell me everything. I have a feeling sometimes that her mind is a tangled place.”
I feel a stab of guilt at some of the things they don’t know about me. I couldn’t protect my sister from her fate, but I can protect the people who live in the town that I’ve made my life for the last nine years.
“Again, I’m not running, Lexi,” I say. “I told Silva that we can take this at her pace. I’m not rushing things, but I do want to get to know her better.”
Lexi smirks, and I have a feeling I’m about to be the butt of her amusement. “You know her pizza order, her favorite desserts, and countless other things, Syrus. You don’t just want to get to know her better.”
“That’s fair. I don’t think I should be telling her twin sister what I want to do to her, do you?” I ask.
Lexi flushes pink before blowing out a breath. “You win,” she complains, turning and stomping down the stairs of my porch. “Don’t fuck this up!”
“I don’t plan to,” I promise, sobering as I walk back inside.
Checking the time, I see that Silva is a few minutes late. I’m neurotic, and see too many accidents on these roads. I’ll be the first to recognize that I’m heavy handed when I care about someone. I’ve already started badgering Silva to eat regularly and need to chill the fuck out.
While I’m not an alpha, I think like one in many ways. I’m not sure if I’ll be enough for her, and I’m not adverse to a pack if that comes up. The thing is, I’m pretty sure I’m putting the cart before the horse because there are a lot of omegas who are dating or have married betas or omegas. They use toys to make it through heats, and figure it the fuck out.
Life at Widows Peak is different from most towns. I know this, I see it every day, so I’m not sure why I’m freaking out that I might not be enough for Silva. The feeling has been bugging me all weekend, and I need to lock it down so I don’t ruin my time with her with my insecurities.
A knock at the door forces me to take a deep breath, shake out my hands to dispel my anxiety, before opening it. I’m wearing a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt, and the omega in front of me manages to make me feel extremely vulnerable as I gaze at her beauty.
Silva stands outside in a pair of ripped jeans, heeled boots up to her knees, and an off the shoulder sweater that makes me want to kiss the exposed skin. Her ash brown hair tumbles down her back in large curls, and I desperately want to run my fingers through it.
“Fuck,” I whisper reverently, gazing at her. I have absolutely no words, and I can’t pretend to either. She’s fucking gorgeous.
“May want to feed me before that, big guy,” she teases, color running high in her cheeks.
Silva is blushing? No way. She looks the way she normally does, except I can tell she did her makeup and hair. She wears a damn sight less for work, but I love that she looks comfortable. Dresses have their place, however it’s just us.
I want her to be able to be herself. I’ve been infatuated with her sass and wit for years, I’m clearly not going anywhere.
“Good point,” I murmur. “Come here, beautiful.”
Opening my arms, I watch her hesitate for a second before stepping inside and letting me hug her. She’s short, so her head just reaches my chest as I wrap my arms around her. She hugs me back, and I sigh happily.
“You feel really good,” I say. “It’s going to be really hard not to hold you every chance I get.”
“Your hugs may be addicting,” she confesses, relaxing into my embrace as she lays her cheek comfortably against my shirt. Silva takes a small breath, and I move my hand to cup her head.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I say softly.
“Me too. I think I overthought it all weekend though.”
“It’s just me,” I remind her, releasing her so I can close the door. Too many busybodies live across the street from me.
Capturing her hand, I walk to the kitchen with her beside me, noticing how she looks around my house.
“Don’t look too hard,” I tease her, easily pulling back a chair and lifting her onto it without thinking.
“I like it,” she says. “It’s not exactly a bachelor pad.”
“I’m too old for that.” I chuckle, leaning down to kiss her lips lightly.
