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Then again, I could always take a cab home. It wasn’t though I had any interest in pursuing anything with anyone else tonight.
Kit watched silently as I reapplied my Om-Guard and got dressed, sealing my silk dress in an airtight bag for laundering and switching out my heels for black slides.
“Where are my knickers?” I asked, pausing in the middle of stuffing everything back in the duffle bag.
Kit glanced shiftily at the door, his cheeks blooming scarlet. “Shall we go then?”
“Kit Iyer, are my knickers still in your pocket?”
“Nico and Violet are probably wondering where we got to.” He pushed his glasses up his nose, still looking slightly sheepish.
I narrowed my eyes at him, zipping up my bag and stalking toward the door. They probablywerelooking for us, which was the only reason why I was letting this slide. Usually, I gave them a heads-up before I went off with someone.
“We’ll discuss my missing underwear later,” I told Kit, giving him my best school teacher face before leading him down the hallway, back to the living room where we’d last seen Nico and Violet.
I half expected them to be either fornicating on the sofa or in another room completely, so it was a shock to find them making small talk with Bryce, both completely clean and dressed in their spare clothes.
“Ah, there you are,” Violet said with a beaming smile, ushering me over. “Are you two ready to go?”
“Yes,” Kit replied instantly, before I had a chance to formulate an answer. None of them looked surprised—probably because Kit was strutting around stinking of my slick, which I felt kind of bad about.
I was the one omega Nico and Violet trustednotto be trying to get into Kit’s pants, and I felt a little bit as though I’d betrayed them.
“Oh good,” Violet sighed, leaning against Nico and staring up at him dreamily. “I’m starving.”
I’d heard milk production had that effect.
We all said our goodbyes to Bryce and Kane, slipping out the front door before we had to make small talk with anyone else. Kit carried my bag for me, opened every door, fussed over my seatbelt when we climbed into the backseat of Nico’s car. In the frontseat, Nico was doing the same for Violet, and it all felt very… double date-ish.
Which was not what it was.
At all.
Even though I’d thoroughly coated myself with Om-Guard after my shower, smelling myself on Kit in the small confines of the car was messing with my head. I pulled out the travel-sized tube and began slathering over all the exposed skin I could reach.
“So,” Violet began brightly. I braced myself in anticipation. “Do you want to talk about it, or do you want to listen to music?”
“Music,” I replied instantly.
If she was disappointed, she didn’t let on, and I’d never appreciated her more.
The soothing sounds of sixties soul music—Violet’s go-to—filled the car, and I tipped my head back against the seat, letting my eyes drift shut so I could pretend not to notice Kit’s stare burning into the side of my head.
Within the hour, we were pulling onto our street. My house was first, but Nico wasn’t slowing down yet.
“Aren’t you dropping me home?” I asked, sitting up in my seat.
He glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “I don’t know, am I?”
Somehow, even with the music playing, the car felt oppressively silent.
“Yes, please.”
“Of course,” Nico murmured, flicking on the indicator. I made a show of reorganising my purse, using it as an excuse to keep avoiding Kit’s gaze.
He couldn’t come up with me, and we all knew it. In my tiny flat, the only sleeping space was the nest, and Kit wasn’t my mate. My nest was off-limits.
“I’ll walk you to the door,” Kit said in a low voice the moment the car pulled to a stop. He grabbed my duffel bag and climbed out before I could protest.Bossy alpha.
