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“Let’s not get carried away.” There was no world in which I was a better catch than Kit, as evidenced by the fact that he had a queue of omegas lining up for him wherever he went, and I’d only been in one courtship back when I was a horny teenager, and it was with an equally horny teenager. “Have you seen your friends since our night out at the pub?”
“Didn’t want to. I said I’d see them in Brighton. I was hoping maybe you’d change your mind and come along.” I raised an eyebrow over my teacup. “I know I’m being selfish, but that night at the pub was a lot more fun because you were there.”
“You didn’t look like you were having fun.”
“I spend a lot of time in my own company,” Kit said eventually. “More and more each year. I’m not very good at socialising anymore.”
“You won’t improve unless you practice,” I replied wryly, giving him a small smile.
Kit hummed, falling silent for a long moment before speaking again.
“My mum wants me to meet her at a pub in Greenwich tomorrow night.” I waited for Kit to continue, sipping my tea. He didn’t strike me as the type to volunteer information so freely very often, and I supposed I was the sucker that it had piqued my curiosity. “I doubt she’ll be alone. But I also want to see her? Even though I know it’ll probably just piss me off.”
“Don’t be hard on yourself. It’s natural to still crave those familial connections even when the relationships themselves aren’t necessarilygood. You also don’t see her very often, I’m sure that impacts how you view things.”
Kit nodded, though he still seemed annoyed with himself.
Ugh. Omega instincts.
“Want to binge-watch some home reno shows?”
Kit tilted his head to the side. “Not really, but also yes…?”
“Just go with it,” I advised, setting my cup down and dragging a chair in front of the sofa to put my laptop on since I didn’t have enough space for a TV. “I promise, sometimes the best medicine for a restless mind is watching other people pick tile patterns. You’ll see.”
I’d just got my favourite show up—it was set in New York and was basically apartment porn—when my phone buzzed between us on the couch.
“What the fuck,” I whispered, staring at the image I’d just received in revulsion.
“What is it?” Kit asked, clearly fighting the urge to lean over and look at my phone screen.
“It’s adick pic. An out-of-nowhere, entirely unwelcomepenispicture. From a grown man! Is that a thing that grown men do? I assumed unsolicited genitalia pictures was the kind of thing people grew out of.”
“If you’re the kind of person that sends unsolicited… whatever you called them, then maybe not,” Kit muttered, glaring at my phone. “This is from Jimmy?”
“I mean, I can’t say for certain. Iassumeso, but I didn’t save his number last time, and I’ve never seen his penis for identification purposes—”
I fell silent as Kit abruptly got up and started pacing again. He appeared to be taking this new development worse than I was, but I supposed it wasn’t surprising. After scentmarking my door so consistently, Kit was probably taking Jimmy’s disrespect personally.
“Send him a picture of my dick,” Kit said suddenly, spinning around mid-stride to face me, his expression deadly serious.
“Send him a picture of… wait, what did you say?”
“My dick. Send him a picture of my dick.”
I blinked up at him. “Why?”
“Because! I’m your alpha. I mean, he’s supposed to think I’m your alpha. That’s why I’ve been scentmarking your door.”
Kit gestured at the door as he spoke, his cheeks slightly pinker than usual. He wasflustered.
So was I.
I didn’t want to think about Kit’s dick. It made me feel… some kind of way.Specifics: TBD.Not curious or anything, though, of course. Obviously not.
That would be inappropriate, at the very least.
“That’s, uh, very generous of you,” I replied slowly, thinking about his dick just a little bit, in spite of myself.I bet it’s impressive. “But totally unnecessary.”
