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“It’s Valentine’s Day,” he says simply. “Of course you deserve flowers.”
I fight a sudden urge to cry.
My attraction to Landon is different from my attraction to River. River is wild, unhinged, and accesses my dark side. I’m drawn to Landon because of his kindness, his understanding, and his sweet disposition.
And he’s hot as hell, too, which my inner Omega never forgets.
He’s here to talk about April, I remind myself. The flowers are a nice gesture, but he’s not here because it’s Valentine’s Day.
“Oh! Come in,” I say, stepping back when I realize he’s still standing in my doorway. As he enters, I flit to the kitchen, opening my cupboards to find a glass vase to put the flowers in.
Placing the roses in the center of the kitchen island, I watch as he takes in my front room. “That’s a lot of candles,” he comments amusedly, eyeing the five I have lit throughout the area.
“Oh, yeah,” I mutter as a cramp pierces my abdomen. “I’m a big candle fan,” I chuckle.
Even to my own ears, it sounds like bullshit.
His eyes meet mine and his smile fades. “Is everything all right?” he asks, tilting his head. “You seem a little…off.”
I chew on my lip. I’ve never been a good liar, but I also don’t want him to leave if I admit to him what’s happening.
My nipples pucker through my sweater, and I wince.
“Ah, I’m fine,” I say. “I’m just a little under the weather.”
We stare at each other for a moment until he nods. “I can leave if you want…but I won’t be able to visit for another week,” he adds. “I don’t want to impose if you’re not feeling well.”
“It’s fine,” I blurt out, and he tilts his head.
Does he smell me? Are the sprays, candles, and suppressants not working?
Then, an amused smirk graces his lips. “If you say so,” he says, then motions towards the couch. “Do you mind if I sit? I have a lot to discuss with you.”
I don’t know why it’s so disconcerting that we’re going to sit on a couch together, but I nod overenthusiastically. “Yeah. Uh-huh. Do you want something to drink? I have coffee. Do you want coffee?”
I sound ridiculous. I’m doing everything I can to distract myself from how hot Landon looks and how delicious his scent is.
It’s taking everything in me to not drop to my knees and beg for his cock.
Stop it!
“Coffee sounds great,” he says, giving me a knowing look. “As long as you don’t mind, of course.”
I don’t know what he finds so amusing, but it makes my skin tingle as I refill my mug and pour one for him.
“Anything in it?” I choke out, my hands shaking.
I need to get it together. Now.
Slick drips out of me, and I shift uncomfortably.
This was a bad idea. A bad, bad idea.
But I already told him to stay, and what can I say now?
“Sorry, Landon, but I’m so fucking horny I might die. I’ll see you next week!”
“I’ll take anything you give me,” he murmurs.
