Page 22 of Curvy Nerdy Omega

“You’re pissing me off,” I muttered.

How the fuck was he so good at holding his pheromones back? How did I learn how to be that good? I studied his profile, wondering if he was just built different.

“Stop eye fucking me.”

“Stop telling me what to do!”

Cas smirked and I suddenly realized I wasn’t really scared anymore. Just pissed off.

“Maybe I wouldn’t tell you what to do if you didn’t like it so much.” He grabbed the back of his T-shirt and yanked it off. “Now get out. It’s my turn.”

I threw the soap at him when he opened the door, but he caught it like it was nothing with that smug smirk on his face.

Before I could tell him to move, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me out of the shower. A towel dropped over my head and then I heard the sound of the glass door shutting.

I took a deep breath and counted to five. The urge to shove him like a child was overwhelming, but I buried it down and yanked the towel off my head.

I froze as I let the feeling of burying down my irritation percolate.

Taking another deep breath, I shoved down the emptiness between my legs which was currently my most pressing issue. Pain I could deal with, but that fucking ache made me do crazy, reckless shit.

When it felt like the ache was wrapped up in the same towel I had in my hands, I took another deep breath and gently placed the towel around my body.

I closed my eyes against the sensation of the fabric scraping against my overly sensitive skin. It was worse than razor blades and I almost dropped the damn thing to air dry instead, but one day this sensation would happen while I was wearing clothes. I had to learn how to deal with it.

This could work. It wasn’t perfect, but it was something I could practice until I had some semblance of control again.

I took another breath and shoved down as much of the tingling sensation across my skin as I could. The soothing sound of the water running helped too and I felt a bit more of that jittery sensation in my veins settle.

Cas had placed an unopened box of scent blockers on top of a pile of clean clothes. It wasn’t the usual clear adhesive either, but black. Had they bought this just for me?

Ripping the box open, I ignored that thought and decided to cover my whole fucking neck.

Where the hell was Liam? What was taking him so long?

I wrapped my neck in the adhesive and avoided my reflection. Seeing what I looked like after that mess wasn’t something I was interested in. I didn’t want to wonder what they thought when they looked at me either.

Nathan would know what’s going on. Everything would be fine once I saw him. He would fix this and I wouldn’t have to worry every second I wasn’t with them that they were running away from me.

Liam would come back. They’d both promised me he would. I didn’t need to panic because he was still in the same house.

Wasn’t he?

I locked eyes with my reflection and the fear I saw in my own face shocked me. It was exactly the same look I remembered seeing when I’d locked myself in the bathroom after they’d dragged my father away.

What was it with me and toxic relationships?

Liam’s voice pierced through my chaotic thoughts and the relief I felt had me grabbing the sink before my knees gave out. “Lucy, can I come in?”

He hadn’t lied to me. He’d come back just like he said he would.

Even more of my unreasonable fear eased and for the first time, I thought maybe these two really could handle all my psychotic bullshit.

CHAPTER 9

Liam

The second I got off the phone with Nathan I threw the damn thing across the bathroom and relished in the sound of glass breaking. Now all I could see were fragments of myself in the mirror which was exactly the way she made me feel.

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