Page 110 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Anxious, I watch as Benedict finally emerges in a lazy sprawl, lying now amidst the loose leaves like it’s a bed. The paper covers him but doesn’t hide his modesty…because he’s naked.

I flush.

He’s fucking beautiful like something out of only my hottest fantasies.

How does he manage to pull off suave, while he’s only dressed in the insides of books?

He’s as pale as the paper around him like he belongs in this type of nest. His brunet curls contrast sharply with his skin, as his hair splays around his face.

I struggle not to look below his slim waist, but fuck, I’m just an Omega.

I have strong self-control but not that strong.

A page has been ripped jaggedly in half, which means that his cock is revealed beneath it, pretty and perfect.

I snap my gaze hurriedly back to the strong outline of Benedict’s face.

“It’s not time for lunch yet.” Benedict raps his Rolex. It’s the only thing that he’s wearing apart from his Rej bracelet. “My routine for today was clear. Amby has it written on the chart above our bed.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know that this was the library. And I definitely didn’t know that you were undressed. Do you want me to go?” I ask.

Benedict tilts his head in thought. “Why does it matter that I’m undressed? I’ve wanted to see you, since you danced for me with Swan in rehearsals. You were by far the best dancers. You made my skin tingle and my stomach feel strange. I wanted to kiss you both but couldn’t. I wished very much that I could have seen you dance on the stage last night.”

“I do as well. But it’s okay, I can tell you about it.” I glance at him and then away.

“Perhaps, one day I can play for you, while you dance on stage. I don’t know if I could cope with that but for you, I could try. Do you want to come into my nest? I’ve never had another Omega in it but I trust you.”

I purr, instinctively.

He trusts me in his nest.

That’s fucking huge.

It may be one of the most unusual nests ever. But that doesn’t matter. Benedict has built it, and I’m the first Omega who he’s wanted to join him in it.

It means a lot to me.

Except, Benedict doesn’t seem at all self-conscious about the fact that he’s not wearing clothes.

“I’d love that,” I reply. “But do you mind that you’re naked?”

Because I fucking don’t.

I’ve been dreaming about the moment I could be with Benedict naked, since realizing that we were soul mates.

He glances at me out of the side of his eye. “I am. Why don’t you take off your clothes?”

I blink. “You want me to?”

Benedict grips a crumpled page that’s resting over his pretty pink nipple and strokes it over himself with a delighted sigh.“This nest feels amazing on your skin. It’s sensory like rubbing your cheek on velvet or popping bubble wrap. Do you love that too?”

His eyes flutter, luxuriating in his nest. He moves his arms and legs like he’s swimming in water.

Then he opens his eyes. “I’m not lying. I don’t lie. Aren’t you joining me? I wish that I could always be naked.”

“I do too,” I mutter.

Probably, not for the same reasons.

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