Page 11 of Omega for the Pack

“I dreamt I was about to have sex with four guys. Like all at once,” I said.

Saying it out loud made it sound so ridiculous.

“Whoa, girl, it looks like someone is sex-starved ‘round here,” laughed Lori, droplets of milk flying from her mouth. “I wouldn’t mind a couple of guys myself.”

“It was just…bizarre,” I said, shaking my head. “Glad the cruise is today.”

“Yeah, you’ve been too stressed about classes and family,” said Lori. “Pack your best shit. We gotta look nice and attract some guys.”

“Do you remember what happened last night?” I asked, watching her face.

“It was so vague,” she answered. “I barely remember a thing. I think you got pulled over, and then I ended up at home.”

“Your car is towed,” I said. “We can’t be partying like that again, Lori.”

“Shit, I completely forgot,” said Lori. “That sucks so bad. I’m sorry for putting you in that position to drive.”

“I forgive you,” I said.

“We’ll worry about the car when we return from vacation.”

“I guess,” I laughed, removing the plaid printed sheet from my lap and going to the bathroom.

After brushing, showering, and getting dressed in a red sundress, I felt ready to go. I already packed most of my things last night at my parent’s place.

I wore a black cardigan over my dress. I stared at Lori’s vanity mirror, applying my mascara. I had curled my shoulder-length black hair and had to keep brushing off the little tendrils of curls covering my eyes.

I patted my hair down, happy with how I looked.

“Do you have extra sunglasses?” I asked Lori, who was scrambling to find something to wear.

“Yep, in the top drawer of the vanity,” she called from the closet.

Putting on the sunglasses, I felt sexy as I twirled in front of the mirror. I wanted to meet some guys on purpose this time. Maybe it would work since I was fixed now with all my emotions. Wet dreams and all.

I unzipped my suitcase, making sure everything I needed was in there.

“I’m ready to go,” I said. “We’re going to be so late, Lori. The cruise leaves in an hour, and it will take us time to get there.”

“I know,” she sighed, sinking against her few outfits in the closet. “I have literally nothing to wear.”

Maybe a vacation to the Bahamas is just what I needed to let loose.

After the chaoticmorning with Lori trying to find an outfit, we walked along the boarding deck to the cruise ship.

It was a sunny morning, and the slight chill in the wind made me shiver. I wrapped my cardigan tighter around me. We stood in line as everyone’s bags were checked at the front by security guards.

“That’s my cousin,” said Lori, pointing her out.

“She doesn’t look too happy,” I said, looking at the bride wearing a thin white dress. She had curly blond hair and red lipstick. She was in the front of the line, clutching her fiance’s hand and tapping his arm constantly. He looked like he couldn’t be bothered to talk.

“Yep, the one and only,” said Lori. “Not looking forward to greeting her.” Lori could be right. Her cousin looked like the definition of a bridezilla.

As we reached the front, one of the security guys looked up, tipping his hat up.

When I saw who it was, I froze.

It was Grant. Out ofallfreaking people.

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