That’s why I’ve been avoiding all three of them. I was going to tell Grim and Waffle how I feel about them, but I’ve decided not to.
I don’t want to make life more complicated. It’s not fair to my Alphas, or to me. I plan on putting my full focus on my guys and building a pack with them. Maybe if I just distance myself from my friends, the feelings will go away, and sometime in the future we can game together again.
For now, I’m focused on streaming. I’ve been streaming pretty much during all my free time because when I’m left with my thoughts, I end up making myself an anxious mess.
Maybe my mother was right, I need to grow up and stop playing silly games. This is the real world, and I need to bean adult. I need to think logically, and building a life with my Alphas is the right thing to do.
You know what doesn’t help, though? Damien. He’s been... I wanna say, nicer?
Any time we run into one another, he smiles, asks me about my day, or jokes around with me.
I feel awkward because I don’t know how to act like that with him anymore. It’s been years since we had that kind of relationship.
What changed for him to switch up the way he is with me?
“Morning, Cupcake,” Damien says, pulling the fridge open to grab a bottle of water.
“Cupcake?” I raise a brow, casting him a glance over my shoulder as I cut my apple into pieces for my fruit salad.
“Well, you smell like cupcakes.” He shrugs, opening the cap and taking a drink. “It fits.”
My cheeks heat, and I turn my attention away from him.
His chuckle makes my toes curl and my core tingle as he steps closer to me.
I already have enough confusion in my life, I don’t need Damien adding more. But I can’t deny he affects me. His close proximity has always made my blood pump and my head spin.
As he steps up behind me now, reaching over me, arm brushing mine, I still can’t smell him.
Does he always wear scent blockers? Or does he have a safe space in his bedroom? I’ve never been in his room to check. I can’t lie and say that I’m not interested in what he smells like, though.
“What’s your scent?” I blurt, closing my eyes and cursing myself as soon as the words are out of my mouth.
“My... scent?” he asks with amusement, and I want to die with embarrassment.
Forcing myself to turn around, I shrug. “Yeah. You’re always wearing something that blocks your scent. I don’t know, call me curious.”
“Do you want to know if I stink or something?” He leans against the island, crossing his arms, a smug look on his face. God, he’s loving how uncomfortable I am. I got myself into this mess.
“Mhhmm.” He thinks about it. “I’ve been told I have a bit of a tropical, creamy coconut scent with a hint of musk.”
“Nice.” I nod, because what else do I say?
“Yeah.” He chuckles. “So what are you up to today?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Might work. Maybe read.”
“Work? You have a job?”
“Uh, yeah.” I chew on my lower lip, a little nervous to tell him.
“Since when? You’re always home, or traveling with your Alphas.” He grumbles the last part.
“I’m not always out traveling with my Alphas.” I roll my eyes. “It was just the one trip. And I have a job online.”
“Doing what?”
“I don’t wanna say.” I look down at my feet.
