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The image of him lying on a bed, arching up, rises again unbidden to my mind, and I feel my face heat. “No, I’m really good.”
“Not thinking of passing out again?”
“Nope. That was enough passing out for the day. I can now check it off my to do list. Thanks again for the help.”
“No problem.” But instead of turning around and leaving, he thrusts his hand out to me. “Roman. A pleasure.”
“Sawyer.” I shake his hand. His grip is strong and firm. “A disaster.”
“What?”
“You’re a pleasure, I’m a disaster,” I clarify, then I hear myself and get dizzy again at my stupidity. “I mean… I was just trying to be funny. Forget it.”
I told him he’s a pleasure—for me? For the world? For all of us? I’m so fucked. I mean, I fucked this up. Whatever this is.
Now he’s chuckling again, though a light flush rises to his cheeks. “It is funny, you’re right, but you’re the pleasure, not me. Okay, Sawyer, I have to run. See you around!”
Shit… He has a pack. I hope his alphas won’t come beat me up for flirting with him.
Which I wasn’t! Honestly. He’s just so charming and handsome and…
And you fantasized about him. Twice. In the space of a few minutes.
Jesus.
Yeah, I am so fucked.
11
ROMAN
Istumble between library shelves, heading in the vague direction of the table my study group usually reserves. My mind is stuck on a certain male omega.
Sawyer.
He’s the omega from the bar. The one who was staring at us. The café owner Ky pissed off.
The realization only hit me belatedly, as I was walking away from him to bring him water.
His fault, for distracting me, tangling up my thoughts by being so damn sexy.
Even pale and sweating as he was, obviously not okay, he smelled so good, and those eyes of his… That mouth…
Fuck.
I never thought I was into omegas. After all, it’s no coincidence I ended up in a pack with just two hulking alphas. I like my mates to be big, strong and gruff, not sickly-sweet omegas.
Yet Sawyer doesn’t seem sickly sweet… or delicate. He accepted my help grudgingly, and he has a formidable glare. Cute, really, that glare. Yet laser-hot.
And I get the feeling sometimes that my alphas would love a softer addition to our pack. They say we don’t need anyone else, but I’m kind of sharp-edged myself. Oh, I can cuddle with the best of them, but they want someone… to coddle. And that’s not me.
But Sawyer may not be it, either.
I know nothing about him. So why am I even thinking…?
“Ro!” William, one of my fellow students and a beta like me, waves at me from our table. “Over here! You’re late.”
“I know,” I grumble as I join the group. I grin at him as we do a fist bump. “How is it going?”
