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“Button pushing is my new favorite hobby,” she crows. “As long as you actually teach me how to shoot, I can finagle next week for a lesson.”

“What are you doing today?” I ask, trying hard not to pout.

“The Kelly brothers are picking me up for dinner. Duncan is making lasagna,” she explains.

“They have a gun range,” I remember. I don't know how I know that, but it was mentioned by them in passing once. “Can I come?”

Adira looks surprised before she nods. “I’ll ask,” she says.

Pulling out my phone, I unlock it and hand it to her. “Text yourself from my phone?” I ask. “This way you can message me with what their answer is.”

While I typically don’t care if I ruin their time together, I am doing this new thing where I try not to piss her off. Respecting boundaries, something I suck at.

Adira quickly sends herself a message from my phone, and then hands it back to me.

“Now, I really have to go,” she tells me. “Maybe I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, maybe,” I murmur as she turns away.

Everything inside of me yearns for her, and I can’t tone it down. Adira is fierce, even if she’s trying to remember that. I also get the privilege of watching her in class, nodding to herself and raising her hand to ask or answer questions. I’m fascinated by the way her mind works, and am dying to see how she handles a gun.

My cock twitches just thinking about it, making me grunt in pain.

Her head snaps around, eyes wide. I’ve made it very clear how I feel about her, and she rubs her chest as if in pain. Struggling to reel it back, I take a deep breath.

“Lost my control for a moment,” I rasp.

“No touching,” she says instead, her eyes sparkling in mischief before she leaves me in the hallway.

This little omega is going to kill me.

CHAPTER 27

ADIRA

“Is he serious about this?” Duncan asks as I meet him in the parking lot.

“When you said it was fine if he crashed dinner, I texted him to let him know. Damon in turn said he’d meet us at your house,” I explain. “The entire interaction felt really odd, to tell you the truth. He walked me to class today, and it felt as if he was holding back every alpha instinct he had to keep himself from throwing me over his shoulder.”

“Kane doesn’t have the same impulse control and could probably benefit from it,” Callum says with a chuckle, getting out of the truck to help me into the back. “How was school today?”

“It was a long day, but it was really good,” I tell him. “My history teacher lacks the ability to keep people engaged, though.”

“You’re saying he’s boring as fuck, Short Stuff?” Duncan asks with a snort.

“Yes,” I grunt, climbing into the back of the cab. “I’ll get to choose my teachers next year, and do a little research on the student run experience blog. They rate teachers and how well they teach, so students can decide who to avoid.”

“That's helpful when choosing classes,” Callum admits, closing my door as I get situated. “So, do I get to play with Baby Dresmond?”

“Rude,” I murmur, a weird sound coming out of my mouth.

“What the fuck was that?” Callum asks, getting back into the truck.

“I think it was a very odd laugh. Maybe?” I ask, shrugging.

“It sounded like something was dying, Short Stuff. Eh, we’ll have to work on that,” he says, shrugging. He’s driving today, and I relax as he takes us back to his place. “Did you have any anxiety after this morning or issues?”

I knew one of them would bring it up.

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