Now what should I do while I wait?
“Morning.” Damien’s voice has me jumping. I spin around and find him so close to me that I can smell his body wash.
“Hi.” I tilt my head back.
His stormy blue eyes are locked on mine as he leans forward. My heart starts to race, and for a second I think he might kiss me!
But then he reaches behind me and pulls back with an apple in his hand.
He lifts a brow, a small smile playing on his lips, like he knows what he’s doing to me as he takes a bite.
What the hell was that?
“What are you up to today?” He asks, stepping back until he’s leaning against the kitchen island.
I clear my throat and turn back around to finish up my grilled cheese before plating it and turning off the stovetop.
“I’m actually going on a trip,” I say, voice soft as I stare down at my plate.
Things are weird between Damien and me. Half the time, I don’t know if he can’t stand me or if he cares. It’s very confusing.
“On a trip?” His voice is gruff. “Where are you going?”
Last night when the guys called me back, we spent hours talking. I told them all about my life. My childhood here and the time I spent in Nashville. I told them about my best friend, Cae, and how we met. Then I told them about moving back here and all the things that've happened since.
They told me about how they met when they were in kindergarten and were neighbors, how they grew up together, and have been inseparable ever since.
They both come from loving, supportive families. I’m happy for them.
They also can’t wait to introduce me, but thankfully, they haven’t pushed on that. I’d like to get to know them a bit better before we do the whole meet the parents thing.
God, I don’t even want to think about what my mother is going to do when she finds out about this.
Not that I care that much, I just don’t want her throwing a fit, kicking me out, and not allowing me to take my belongings.
As for the streaming job, the guys seem to think it’s cool. They didn’t say anything about wanting me to quit, not that I would anyway. I wouldn’t stand for controlling behavior.
I told them about the guys I’m friends with online and how we’ve known each other for years, how we’ve been playing together.
I’m not sure if I should be relieved or upset over the fact that they didn’t seem jealous about it at all.
Right before we called it a night, the guys mentioned they are travelling to Las Vegas for a game soon and asked if I would be up for a trip to see them.
They said it wouldn’t be a long one. Three days, including their game day, and then they have to be back in Nashville.
I said yes because I can’t wait to see them. Las Vegas is a cheap, quick flight. They offered to pay, but I insisted on taking care of it myself. I don’t want them to think I’m using them for their money. I know they mentioned that they want to spoil me, and while that sounds tempting, I’d like them to know I want them for them, and not what they can give me. Eventually, I’ll let them do that.
“Las Vegas.” I spin around and put on a fake smile. “My friend from Nashville is going to meet me there. Have a girls’ weekend.”
“Las Vegas...” He says slowly, narrowing his eyes. “That’s kind of random.”
“Well, she’s going to be there anyway, and it’s a quick, inexpensive flight. I don’t see any reason not to. Plus, I miss her. It’s been months since we saw each other.” It’s not a complete lie, I do miss Cae, and I can’t just tell him that I’m going to meet my new Alphas. My Alphas I just met. Alphas who happen to be two guys on a rival team.
He got pissed off that I was wearing one of his teammates’ jerseys. What would he think if he thought I was betraying his team for the enemy?
His enemy, though, not mine. I couldn’t care less about any of that hockey shit. It’s just a game to me, but to him, to them, it’s something more.
“Right.” He nods his head, eyes flicking down to where my bite marks are.
