Page 72 of Knot My Only Fan

“It’s your hormones.” His voice is a low rumble, and I’m sure he is trying to contain the alpha inside him.

My chest rises as a giggle bursts from my mouth. “You’re worse than my mother, and she’s an omega, but I like you can make me laugh.”

“That’s a nice compliment.”

I smile. “It is. My mother is amazing.”

His eyes close momentarily as he purses his lips and exhales. “You’re lucky.”

I nod as he turns in the bathroom and heads toward the bed. Laying me down on the mattress and covering me with blankets, before pushing in beside me.

I turn on my side so we are both facing each other.

“This is a little early in our relationship,” I joke, because I remember waking up in his arms and not hating it.

“Nothing is too early. I don’t want to regret anything,” he says.

I narrow my eyes. “What could you regret?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” he says.

I grin. “I work in a café. I’m always talking to customers, so talking is my thing. What’s your thing?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Apart from hockey. Nothing?”

“Nothing?”

“Come on. Tell me one thing nobody can read about you.”

“I’ve been secretly depressed for seven weeks.”

Me too!

But as I don’t want to make this about me, I say, “Oh. I’m sorry. Are you getting help?”

His watery eyes stare into mine and just as his tears threaten to spill over, my omega instincts kick in. I pull him into a tight embrace. His head rests against my neck and I can’t help but purr softly, trying to offer some comfort in the only way I know how.

And then his body heaves as he sobs. My heart aches as his hot tears soak my neck.

“It’s okay. I’m here. You can talk to me.” Tears fall from my own eyes and down my cheeks as I whisper soothing words into his ear.

“I’m okay,” he mutters only minutes later.

I know he’s trying to be brave. “I’m here for you. If you want to talk or...” I’m not really sure what else to say.

“You’ve done enough. Thank you.” He tries to pull away.

“Alpha. Stay there.” I don’t quite know where my firmness came from. I certainly don’t know when I started caring about alphas. “When you’re ready to talk, I’m also an excellent listener.”

As his lips brush against my neck, a small sigh escapes him and I feel his warm breath dance across my skin, sending chills down my spine. I arch my body as it lands between my thighs.

Fuck!

“What happened?” he asks innocently.

Was it innocent? Did he know what he did? Did he do anything but breathe?

What I know is I’m screwed if I think I can pretend to be his fake date when he can so easily affect my body.

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