Thetomb raiderreference makes me laugh for real, and he grins shyly. “Alright, alright.” I concede, dropping my chin into my hand. “I’m from a tiny little town in Georgia and come from a very stable, loving, if not overbearing, family. I crochet for fun in my spare time and I like fun home decor.”
He chuckles. “I thought I heard an accent. Fun home decor?”
“You should see my apartment,” I exclaim, slapping my hands down on my table. “I have a pink couch, disco balls on my ceiling, and a bed frame shaped like a cloud. And that’s just a couple of my recent finds.”
Paxton’s eyes burn. “I’ll come see your apartment any time you want, sweetheart.”
I swoon in my seat, words once again escaping me. We’ve somehow gone from me making the first move to Paxton turning me into a horny puddle of omega, and I’m not sure how it happened.
Something tells me this alpha is nowhere near as innocent as he seems, and I for one cannot wait to find out what’s hiding beneath that golden boy exterior.
Holy fucking hell.
I feel like I’m on cloud freaking nine the entire walk back to our apartment. I made sure to leave after Posey so she wouldn’t realize I was one of her neighbors yet, and I keep catching heavenly traces of her scent around campus.
That scent.
God I thought I was going crazy, scenting her when she wasn’t there, but then I saw that stunning girl standing there outside of the coffee shop and it’s like I had touched a live wire. My alpha immediately stood at attention in my mind, begging me to tune in to the otherworldly creature in front of us. She’s more gorgeous than I could have ever imagined, and that accent? Stick a sign in my front yard because I amsold.
The front door bangs against the wall, making me flinch. I didn’t mean to open it that hard, I’m just jumping out of my skin wanting to talk to my pack mates about this wonderful turn of events.
“Woah, where’s the fire?” Mack asks sarcastically from the living room.
I flop down next to him on the couch, grinning like a mad man. Posey is incredible, and I’m still buzzing after having coffee with her. I didn’t even finish my drink, but adrenaline courses through my veins like I shotgunnedthree energy drinks back to back.
Mack chokes on air, gaping at me. “Why do you smell like the neighbor?”
I bite my lip, holding back a massive, shit-eating grin. “Because I just ran into our scent match and she asked me to have coffee with her.”
His mouth opens and closes several times like he can’t decide what to say before deciding on, “You’re shitting me.”
I shake my head, dragging a hand through my messy hair. “She’s… fuck, Mack. She’s incredible. Sweet and funny and smart, not to mention drop dead gorgeous. And she has this precious little southern drawl that had me fighting an erection until she left.” I shift uncomfortably, adjusting myself in my jeans. “And even now, I guess.”
Mack growls, jealousy flashing in his hazel eyes. “Park, get your ass out here!” He shouts. When my twin joins us, he has an irritated look on his face.
“I was trying to sleep. What do you need?” He snaps.
Mack ignores him, still solely focused on me. “What does she look like?”
My smile turns dreamy as my head drops back to rest on the couch. “She’s a tiny little thing, maybe just over five feet? She’s got light pink hair, blue eyes, and the most adorable freckles all over her face that made me want to kiss each one until I had them all memorized.”
Parkers face instantly changes. “Woah, wait. Who are we talking about?”
“Your jackass other half met our soulmate and somehow gotherto askhimout.”
My brother’s face goes slack. “Seriously? That’s…” he turns to me with a smirk and holds out his fist. I tap mine against it. “Right on. Did I miss anything? What’s her name?”
I sigh again, completely awestruck still. “Her name is Primrose, but she goes by Posey. She’s just… indescribable.”
My brother snorts, aiming an unamused look my way. “Try.”
“First of all, she’s southern. She said she’s from Georgia and she’s got this adorably sexy accent. No tattoos or piercings that I could see but she has pink hair like I said, and she seems really… whimsical? Like she’s just so fun and open and a breath of fresh air. I’ve been comparing her to a fairy in my head and it’s an apt descriptor.”
“So when is she coming to meet the rest of us?” Mack asks excitedly.
I cringe, because this is the part they aren’t going to like. “I didn’t tell her about you guys.” They start to interrupt, but I hold up a hand, silencing them. “Hear me out before you get angry. She’s a first year. She’s new to the area, and she missed the first week of classes for some unknown reason.” My jaw clenches, deciding to rip the bandage off for the next part. “She also didn’t seem to realize I was her scent match.”
My brother quiets as palpable confusion moves through him. “What makes you think that?”
