Page 61 of Curvy Nerdy Omega

Stopping right outside her door, I studied the brass number on it and tried to decide if I should knock or use the key I made when I set up all the cameras.

Lucy opened the door before I could decide and she looked so fucking cute my brain went stupid.

It felt like an eternity since I last saw her and I forced myself to keep my hands at my sides, using every drop of willpower I possessed to keep from wrapping her up in a bear hug when she was right here.

For a long time we just stared at each other and she almost seemed surprised I’d actually showed up.

I raised an eyebrow at her, trying to play it off. “Are you gonna let me in?”

Her cheeks got a little pink, but she still didn’t move.

This was way more nerve-wracking than I thought it would be. The way she looked at me…it was as if she saw something no one else could. I had to admit, it made me feel a little self-conscious. Something I hadn’t felt in a really fucking long time, but Lucy had me acting like a teenager all over again which was more than a little aggravating.

A decade with absolute control over my pheromones and instincts seemed like nothing more than a distant memory when she looked at me like this, waiting for something.

I had no idea what she was thinking.

That used to bother me, but now it felt like I was standing on the threshold of her own little world, not just her apartment. She was judging me – weighing the pros and cons of letting me in. If I was lucky, she’d invite me into her world and maybe then I’d finally understand what she saw when she looked at me like this.

Her grey eyes gleamed like the moon and I wondered what color they would turn when we finally bonded her.

Tucking my hands in my pockets, I made sure she saw me admiring her from head to toe. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes.”

I blinked, giving myself a second to let that revelation settle in my bones.

Lucy missed me.

Me.

Watching her walk away from me and not being able to stop her…I was convinced she’d never come back. Why would she? I was nobody to her. Just an alpha who helped her through an unusually intense heat.

I was the guy she found torturing someone – a psycho stalker who had to track her every breath or I would lose my goddamn mind.

She’d discovered all my dirty little secrets and still, she missed me.

I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her up before I could stop myself, burying my face in her neck.

Ignoring every instinct I had over the last week – to go to her, comfort her, protect her…it was worse than torture.

All I could smell was her soap and the pheromone neutralizing perfume she was wearing, but it was enough.

Her warmth and weight, the softness of her skin and hair, and the brightness of her eyes were all more than enough. I didn’t need to catch her scent to get lost in her. Just her presence was enough to do that.

After what felt like an eternity apart, I was finally getting to hold my omega. Lucy was in my arms, hugging me like she’d never let go and I’d suffer through it all again if it meant I got to have this.

Carrying her inside the apartment with her feet dangling about a foot off the floor, I kicked the door closed and turned around, pressing her up against it so I could feel every single curve of her body.

I cupped the back of her head so she didn’t slam against the door and the sensation of her silky hair against my palm made me want to pull it out of those buns even if they did look really fucking cute on her.

She was letting me hold her like this without a single protest and it was more than I’d dared to hope for. I was sure she’d be all annoyed I wasn’t letting her talk first, but the death grip she had on my shirt told me the last few days had been just as hard on her as it was for us.

“God, I missed you,” I told her as I rubbed my nose over the adhesive of her scent blockers. “Don’t ever make me do that again.”

Her hand suddenly covered my face, pushing it away as she started struggling against me.

The last fucking thing I wanted to do was let her go, but she wouldn’t have invited me up here if she didn’t want to give me a chance – if she didn’t trust me at least a little bit.

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