Page 267 of Claim Me
I stare at it, stunned.
Through the wrapping I can see an overwhelming amount of deep sapphire color.
Grinning, Veyron walks into the bedroom.
His energy hits me right away. He seems unusually excited, his copper curls practically glowing, his bright eyes almost lit from within.
"Don’t tell me that’s what I think it is… a nesting set!?"
"Sure it is!"
"You do realize Blue doesn’t nest? He never went through that phase, you know, growing up…"
Veyron stops mid-step, but still sets the package down on the floor.
"Man, I didn’t know about any of that, sorry. But when I saw that color, I just had to get it. It was like something grabbed me by the back of the neck and dragged me straight to the checkout," he says with a light laugh, like he’s not bothered by the awkwardness at all, which is honestly so very much like him.
I sigh.
"Yeah, okay, fine. I’ll figure out some way to explain it to him. You know, like a clumsy joke, an awkward gift… from an undereducated relative." I force out a dry smile, because I genuinely have no clue how I’m supposed to explain this to Blue.
But Veyron already seems checked out of the conversation. He walks around the giant sapphire-colored package and heads toward the couches.
"I’m seriously glad everything turned out okay with Marlow," he says, scratching the back of his neck lightly. "Doing something like that, damn… I’ll admit I had some rough days too, especially last year. Only now am I finally crawling out of that hole. But even back then, something that… extreme never crossed my mind. Thankfully a lot has changed lately," he mutters with a strange expression, one corner of his mouth twitching like he’s about to smile.
And at this point I already know he wants me to pry, and I let out a huff.
"Alright, spit it out. What changed? Don’t tell me this is romance-related stuff."
"Well, how do I even put it…"
Veyron’s youthful face spreads into a wide, helpless grin.
He has that kind of beauty that makes him look like some young Apollo, with those curls, that bright energy around him, that easygoing aura that always made people instantlycomfortable around him. Omegas especially were drawn to him, which I envied hard.
"Come on, talk. If I remember correctly, during college it was Josh, then Brian, then Martin, then Adam, then Stephan, then Georgie… and sometimes all at once. Didn’t you used to say you preferred casual arrangements? So what changed?" I ask in a teasing tone again, which Veyron completely ignores.
Instead, he straightens up a little and answers with surprising shyness.
"That’s only because I never met anyone who actually blew me away. You know how I used to have endless crushes on my professors, but nothing ever came from it… aside from a couple of casual fucks during office hours."
I gape at him.
"You’re telling me you actually fucked some of your professors?"
Veyron giggles.
"Hell yeah. But obviously it was during my last year, once I knew I couldn’t get them into trouble," he says with a helpless laugh.
I shake my head in mild disapproval.
"Honestly, I can picture it," I mutter.
Veyron has this natural ease with people, plus the kind of face that makes people stare at him and throw compliments.
And then there is the ridiculous range of his hobbies. Perfect flirting material, honestly, along with his Renaissance-man personality and the way he connects with people so effortlessly, it’s no surprise he never struggled to get omegas’ attention.
Sometimes I was even annoyed by it.
