“Sure,” I said eagerly. “Favorite food, favorite color, how you like to take your coffee. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning?”
Aries didn’t answer right away as she eyed the bowling balls stored at the edge of our spot.
“Well,” she started. “My favorite color is red. My coffee order is simple, a little sweet and add a healthy dash of creamer and I’m happy. Mornings were a bit different when I lived alone. I usually just got ready and went right to work. Even I could admit that I buried myself in that gym. I made sure it was successful, but I didn’t have much else. All the widows, we have our own lives on top of the duty we have to run this town. Briar and I are probably the closest, but I’ve never had someone to sit on my porch with me and enjoy a morning cup of coffee.”
“Is that something you’d like?” I asked gently.
“I think it is,” she admitted, that blush coloring her cheeks again. “I don’t think I’ve let my omega be an omega in a long time. It was used against me, and I had it beat into me that all omegas were bad. I don’t think there’s ever been a time in my life where I’ve just given over to her or let my instincts win.”
“What about a nest?” I asked, my heart aching for this omega that was so strong and had endured so much that she lost a major part of herself. There was also a bit of hope that maybe I could help her find that.
“I have an empty one,” she said, not looking at me now. “As for heats, I requested that the doctors suppress me through them for a while. I haven’t been brave enough to have one.”
“Nests aren’t necessarily just for heat,” I said carefully. “We could take a day trip sometime, go to a nesting store.”
“Maybe,” she said, not dismissing it, but not necessarily agreeing, either. I wasn’t about to push. Only she knew what she needed.
“No pressure. I’m here either way,” I said easily.
Her smile was back, just as bright as it was before. “Thanks, Leon.”
We didn’t talk for a moment as we picked out our bowling balls. She found a bright red one. Her beaming smile was back.
I found a black one that fit my hand perfectly.
Which meant the game finally began.
“Just wait. You’re about to be blown away by my bowling skills,” I said. “I am aprofessional.”
She let out an adorable laugh, but when I didn’t laugh this time, her eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? You can’t be serious?”
“Well, maybe not professional, but I got extra credit in high school for being on the bowling team.”
“You’re about to show me up,” she groaned, shaking her head. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
It was my turn to blush. We were a mess.
“It’s been a long time. I’m sure I’m rusty,” I defended.
It was evident that I did have an advantage over her after the first few rounds. Aries’s first three ended up being gutter balls, while mine was a spare and two strikes.
“Beginner’s luck?” I asked, smirking at her shocked face.
She shook her head and let out another laugh. “You’re trouble, aren’t you, Leon?”
“Never,” I said, even though she didn’t buy it for a second.
“Okay, come show me what I’m doing wrong,” she demanded.
I wasn’t going to turn down a chance to get closer to Aries. I moved in behind her, one hand on her hip, my body pressing to hers.
I slid my arm across her shoulder and down her arm so my hand was holding onto her wrist. I guided her arm back, walking her through how to approach the lane and when to let go, positioning her arm and guiding her.
With her this close, my body immediately reacted to my omega, my cock hard and pressing into her ass. I tried to put distance between us, but she shoved herself back, both of us letting out a sharp intake of breath.
We both wanted this.
Somehow, we kept up the act, letting go of the ball. It slid down the lane, aiming toward the middle of the pins this time. Before I knew it, they hit with a crack, knocking them all over at once.
