“Easier?”
“My alpha kind of took over.” A flush creeps up his neck. “Instinct handled most of the decision making.”
“And now?”
“Now it’s just me. Same as you.” He holds very still.
I reach up and smooth a curl away from his forehead. “I know,” I say.
He blinks.
“I like you,” I continue. “The you who found every fuzzy pillow in the store. The you who explains your research to me like I’m smart enough to get it.”
That makes him smile, but the nerves are still there.
“I’m not exactly the most experienced guy in the world,” he admits. “I mean, I’m not… completely clueless.” He glances away briefly. “But you’re my first omega.”
I’m absurdly thrilled to learn this.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to give you what you actually want.”
I slide my hand down his arm until our fingers lace together. “Graham.”
He looks at me again.
“You already are.”
His brow creases slightly.
I squeeze his hand gently. “You listen. You pay attention. You care about whether I’m comfortable. Do you know how rare that is?”
He considers that. “I suppose statistically it mightbe—”
I kiss him again before he can finish the sentence. This time he laughs against my mouth, the nervous tension easing a little as he relaxes into the pillows around us. His arm slides around my waist, drawing me closer without any rush or pressure.
We part. “You haven’t been with an omega, but you must have thought about it.”
His cheeks and neck burn a bright and painful red. “I have…ideas.”
My fingers slide into his curls again, drawing him down for another kiss.
“Tell me.”
“I want—” He clears his throat. Twice. “I want to watch us.”
Now it’s time for my face to heat. “Like on video?”
He shakes his head. “No!” His ears go immediately red. “I mean… maybe. Eventually. I meant in a mirror.”
Fuuuck.
That has my omega sitting straight up.
I untangle myself from his arms and push myself out of the bed. I open the doors to an antique armoire. Long mirrors line the inside of each door.
“I’ll be right back.”
He shifts, eyes unblinking.
