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I turned at the sound of my name to find Kit already striding away from the table toward me. He looked extra nice in a pale cotton button-down shirt, having obviously made an effort for his mama, and I felt my mouth go dry in spite of my best intentions to ignore his physical appeal.
“Please tell me I can kiss you,” he murmured, his body blocking whoever he’d been sitting with from view.
“You can kiss me?”
I had no idea why I said it. Masochism, perhaps. Before I could take it back, Kit was on me. One hand cupped the back of my head, the other banded around my waist, and I just held on for the ride as his lips crashed into mine with an intensity that made my legs shake.
Good thing I’d worn the super absorbent, slick-suppressant granny panties.
At some point, I’d started shamelessly squeezing his biceps, meeting his tongue stroke-for-sinful-stroke.
I didn’t like the taste of lager as a general rule, but Kit-flavoured lager was freakingdelicious,I decided, all but sucking it off his tongue.
There was a sudden burst of clinking glasses and laughter from a table nearby, startling Kit and me apart. We were both breathing heavily, limbs tangled around each other in a way that bordered the line of decency in public.
“You kissed me,” I rasped, blinking up at him. His lips were swollen from my attention, and it took everything in me not to give them a little bite.
“You said I could.”
“I did.” We stared at each other for another long moment, vaguely aware of the world around us, but both lingering in this strange, emotionally heavy in-between. “But why did you want to?”
If he’d been set up with another omega and was slaking his lust forthemonme, I was going to claw his face off. I’d never been a violent person in my life, but I could feel the borderline feral reaction in my bones.
“Because I’m so fucking happy to see you.”
Oh.
“So, you’re happy I’m crashing your dinner?”
“So very fucking happy,” Kit muttered, draping an arm around my shoulder and leading me to the table where two women sat.
One of them was very clearly his mother—aside from the fact that she was an alpha, Kit had definitely inherited his dark eyes, curly hair, and sharp cheekbones from her.
She was also an alpha, which I hadn’t expected.
The pretty omega next to her awkwardly pushed her long brown hair out of her face, staring into her glass of rosé as though it held the answers to every question in the universe.
The kissing was probably a little much.
“And who is this?” Kit’s mum asked politely, clasping her hands together on the table and looking up at us.
“This is my Margot,” Kit replied, gesturing for me to sit down before climbing onto the bench next to me,
My Margot.
Don’t read into it, don’t read into it, don’t read into it.
“Margot, this is my mother, Seniya. And her colleague, Thea.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” I said, giving them my best and brightest smile as though I hadn’t interrupted a matchmaking session. Poor Thea was as red as a tomato, and I didn’t want to make her more uncomfortable.
“Kit has told me about you,” Seniya said, making my cheeks red enough to rival Thea’s. She had a faint accent, though I couldn’t place where it was from. “I didn’t realise it was so… Anyway, I’m happy to meet you. Tell me about yourself.”
It was a very different experience from Kit’s asshole school friends, that was for sure. Seniya wasn’t overly friendly either, but it was more in an assessing way, like she was getting my measure and seeing if I was right for her baby boy.
There were clearly bonus points for being a lawyer. She warmed up to me a lot more after that.
“I’m from Singapore,” Seniya was explaining to me, shooting Kit a look that wasalmostaffectionate but not quite. Like shewantedto be maternal with him, but wasn’t sure how to be. “But my mate and I agreed that we wanted to raise Kit in the UK around his paternal family.”
