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Maybe I wouldn’t feel as if the weight of the world is resting on my shoulders.
Melodramatic, I know. It’s just renting out the apartments, the café, the shelter, the book club… all things of my own choosing. Sure, I have the loan hanging over my head, but with time, I will pay it back.
But imagine not having that anymore, and having mates who will take care of you, share the workload, take care of the apartment… mates who will hold you like I’m holding Potato now, who will stroke and hug and kiss you.
Sex would be a welcome perk, too. Especially since, lately, I feel like my body is… asking for sex. It feels weird, like I get so easily hard and I have all these wet dreams, like I’m a teenager all over again.
But I bet it’s from seeing Brinlee more often. She sure stars in quite a few of my dreams. And that pack… Kyrian, Archer and now Roman, they’re also to blame. Last night’s dream featured two of them.
Shit, is it getting hot in here?
Potato stirs, opening one eye and giving me a tiny, annoyed meow. It’s so cute and funny I snort.
“Yeah, you don’t approve of my smutty dreams.” I gently lift him, disentangling his little claws from my jeans and my flesh, and deposit him on the carpet. “Got it. You’re too young for such things anyway. You wouldn’t understand.”
Another annoyed meow.
But I really have to get back to work, back to the real world. Unfortunately, I can’t put it off forever…
On my way back down the stairs, I almost crash into a pretty lady in a pencil skirt and high heels, her hair swept back in a chignon.
She grins at me. “Hey… Sawyer. How is it hanging?”
It’s Sophie, my tenant, living in the apartment below mine. She’s an alpha, a flight attendant, and a sexy goddess. I’m not attracted to her, but I can appreciate beauty when I see it, and she’s golden inside and out. After Bee, and then Gigi and Ronin and Casey all moved out of the apartment to join their packs, she was alone for a while. Now she has two new roommates, acquaintances of Zayne’s, Gigi’s top alpha who works at my gym. They seem nice.
And now she’s giving me a narrow-eyed look—not dissimilar to the one Kaden was giving me ten minutes ago. Or was it longer?
“I’m great. Just busy, busy. You know how it is.”
“You look stressed,” she says.
How can everyone see right through me? I ask you.
“Life is stressful sometimes.” I smile, but she only narrows her eyes more. “Gotta go. I left Kaden in charge of the café.”
“Are you crazy? He’ll burn the place down!” she calls after me as I bound down the rest of the stairs. “And slow down!”
Can’t. Can’t slow down. I have to meet this pack, get it out of the way, and then hopefully things will calm down for a while, until my parents locate another pack.
Until life throws me another curveball.
Also, what’s wrong with leaving Kaden in charge of the café? He’s a serious guy. He’s also my hero, since he saved Bee from her vicious ex and almost died doing so. Sure, he can’t make a good coffee to save his life, at least by my standards, but so what? Manning the bar for a few minutes surely wasn’t a problem for him.
But the moment I burst into the café, I find him in a state of quiet panic, standing by the bar and wringing his hands together.
When he sees me, he points an accusing finger at me. “Sawyer. Man, you even left your phone here, and there are customers. What the hell am I supposed to do? I called Bee, but she’s in a class?—”
“It’s fine, I’m here now. Sorry.”
“Don’t mention it, man, but there are a few customers and they were asking for you by name, so just, you know, pop over there to say hi. I have to get going.”
“Yeah, okay, but first I need to clean up the mess…” I glance at the bar and the coffee machine where the puddle of spilled coffee was when I ran away, and… it’s shining with cleanness. The sponge and the rag are wrung out and spread to dry over the sink. “Uh… You cleaned up the mess?”
He winks at me. “You owe me a coffee. See ya later!”
“See you,” I mutter, a grin tugging at my mouth. Seeing it all so clean and tidy makes my heart glad. Damn, he’s a good friend. I need to bake him some cake.
Grabbing my notepad, I go greet these customers who know me by name. Can’t be Gigi’s pack, Kaden knows them all well. He’d have told me. My next guess would be people from my book club or the gym where I occasionally drag myself for some exercise. Casey drags me, to be exact. Or Gigi, sometimes. Crazy exercise-addicted people.
