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“It might not just be the one time. Don’t ever feel like you have to hold back when those emotions come up. It’s a release.” He covered my body with his, taking my mouth in a way that made me feel so wanted and safe and secure. When he looked down at me, I could see the love he had for me. “You are so brave. So perfect, omega. I’m sorry you went through that.”

“Me too. I…” We hadn’t said this before. “I love you, Samuel.”

“And I love you. Every day, I love you more.”

“I feel so free.” I laughed. “I’m already eager to go again, even if it does make me blubber like a baby. I love that it’s something you and I share. That you and I have that bond but, right now, I’m wanting you to take me to bed. Please.”

“Are you sure?” he asked while kissing my neck. “You aren’t too tired?”

“I want to replace all that negativity I let out with something good.”

Chapter Eighteen

Samuel

I couldn’t believe it. Things had moved so fast since I met my mate, and moving in was definitely the next logical thing to do, but I feared the change would be painful. Echo had told me how proud he’d been to move into his own place and support himself all on his own.

“Echo, I’d like to ask you to move in with me,” I said one night over dinner at the taqueria. “But if you’d rather, and if you actually want to live with me, I could move into your apartment.” I’d been there overnight a few times, and it was nice, just a whole lot smaller and farther from the club. It was closer to his place, though, and more convenient for his work.

“You want me to move in?” He sounded a little surprised.

“We are mates, after all.” I kissed his forehead. “Mates usually live under one roof.”

“That’s true. I just didn’t…I guess I expected it to take longer to get to this point. I work with more humans than shifters and I watch a lot of TV. They take forever to get anywhere in a relationship.” He paused. “But we are really there.”

“Agreed. So, your place or mine?”

Salma brought our plates and we waited while she set them on the table and moved away. We both had our “usual” order now. Mine the hotter, his the asada, and we split the order of beans and rice. As soon as we came in, Amos started on our orders.

We took a few bites of food before continuing. It was as delicious as always, and the older couple watched us from the kitchen doorway with fond smiles. “I feel like we are under observation,” he murmured. “Should I make a face at them?”

I laughed. “I have a better idea.” Waving them over, I put an arm around my omega. “We have an announcement to make, and we wanted you two to be the first to know.”

“What is it, mijo?” Salma looked from one of us to the other. “It sounds like good news.”

“I think so. We are going to move in together in…”

“In Samuel’s home,” Echo confirmed. “Mine is too dinky for the two of us and doesn’t have a Viking stove.”

“Oh, this is a celebration!” Salma clapped her hands. “We need a pitcher of margaritas right away,” she called to the bartender. “Our boys are making a home together.”

And wasn’t that exactly the best way to say it? We were making a home together. That night, we drank and ate and laughed, Salma and Amos spending as much time at the table as their customers allowed, and by the time we were done, there was no question of driving home. Not by either of us. We left my car at the club and called a rideshare.

The next morning, Echo groaned. “Amos’ bartender must be costing him a fortune with those heavy pours. My head is pounding. Aren’t you hungover?”

“Not really. I don’t usually get hangovers, but I do know the only solution for one.”

“Not one of those awful tomato juice, hot sauce, and raw egg concoctions?” He clapped a hand over his mouth and paled. “I’m gonna hurl.”

“No, you aren’t.” I hopped out of bed and reached for his hand. “Come on.” Leading him to the back door, I stepped out on the porch, but he held back.

“We’re naked.”

“You don’t hate that at the club.”

“Actually at the club, I am naked and you aren’t. I don’t want people staring at my alpha. You’re all mine.” He groaned again. “So, where is this hangover cure?”

I chuckled. “Possessive omega.” I didn’t hate that he was. “We’re going to shift and run.”

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