Humming to myself, I walked to class, stopping by the coffee shop to get myself a little treat. As I took my drink fromthe barista, I couldn’t deny I was a million times perkier than usual.
Fun coffee in one hand, my phone in the other, I decided to text Summer.
Flora:
Last night was the best.
Summer:
So you went home with the hottie?
Flora:
Yes, I did, and it was the best decision ever. Thank you for pushing me to do it.
Summer:
I’m so glad it went well. I won’t lie, there was a moment when I was worried he was a crazy man who kidnapped you when you didn’t text me first thing this morning.
Flora:
Sorry, I kind of slept in. After all, I was up late.
Summer:
Don’t you dare apologize. I’m going to live vicariously through you because I didn’t get to take anyone home!
Unfortunately, Summer’s status as a single mother greatly restricted her sex life. Not many men were okay with a baby being in the house when they were trying to get freaky.
It was their loss. Summer was a sweet, caring omega who anyone would be lucky to date. She was naturally good in a way I couldn’t quite describe. I doubted there was a mean bone in her body. There was an innate goodness about her, a quality that was hard to put into words. I considered myself incredibly lucky thatour paths had crossed through Summer’s need for a tutor. Part of me thought about telling her about my predicament with my potential stalker. I genuinely believed Spencer was harmless—well, other than the fact that he made me inexplicably wet and that I wanted to climb him like a tree, even though he was a creep.
She was already so busy between classes and caring for her son that I didn’t want to add to her worries. If she knew there was even a chance someone had been in my apartment when I wasn’t there, she’d have me packing my bags and staying at her place before I could blink.
I was overreacting. Or, at least, I hoped I was.
Spencer didn’tseemlike he would hurt me. The omega part of me liked him far too much. Maybe my instincts were clouding my judgment. Maybe he was a psycho killer, and I was doing myself a disservice by ignoring it.
Despite the nagging voice in the back of my mind urging caution, I couldn’t help but feel drawn to him.
Either way, I sat through class, chewing on the end of my pen, humming lightly to myself, happily reliving the events of last night, and trying not to think too hard about the library kiss.
My last class of the day just happened to be advanced statistics.
The class I shared with Percy Garnett.
The one that Spencer often made an appearance in.
A small part of me debated cutting class. I was ahead with the reading material and knew what we were covering in the lectures. It wouldn’t hurt my grade if I played sick for one day.
It also helped that omegas got a lot of sick days because of their heats. Betas weren’t given the same privilege—if they missed too many classes, they got into trouble. An omega could simply say they’d had a surprise heat or were experiencing otheromega-related symptoms, and the university would mark it as an authorized absence.
But I didn’t want Spencer to dampen my good mood. Outside the building where the advanced statistics lecture was held, I stood straighter. After the events of the previous night, I felt amazing, and I was going to act as such.
Like the freaking phenomenal omega I was.
Spencer had no right declaring himself my keeper. I was going to do whatever the hell I wanted, even if he broke into my apartment and kidnapped all my delicious junk food.
I was still slightly bitter about that.
