Page 12 of Dancing for His Omega

“No, that’s the funny thing. He is giving me a discount for today.”

“I didn’t think they ever did that.” Rubbing my cheek on his shirt, I tried to imprint myself on him or him on me. I wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter. “He must really approve of what you came to do.”

“You know they can’t flat-out tell a client what to do, but he did help me come to the decision. And then of course the discount.” He stepped back and studied me. “You did nothingwrong. I think when I told you the whole thing about Jacob and the mess I’d ended up in, I shocked myself.

“Then imagine how I felt when your gift arrived? Omega, you are one of a kind.”

His palm on my cheek raised my heart rate and had my knees wobbling. And when his lips descended on mine, only the hand he clamped on my hip kept me upright. We stood there right in the middle of the chocolate shop, kissing like teenagers and uncaring if a crowd formed outside. Mostly. I opened one eye and peeked over his shoulder, but nobody seemed to have noticed. I would have thought the heat coming off us in waves would draw attention.

When we finally paused for breath, I wanted to do it all over again and again, but I wanted more. “Alpha, would you come to my house for dinner? I’ll cook.”

“I’d love to come.”

“Me too…”

Chapter Eleven

Edwin

I didn’t dare bring dessert to Micah’s house for our first date, but I did run by the florist and then to PB&J for a loaf of fresh bread.

My tummy swirled with anticipation. It had been a long time since I went on a first date. I clutched the flowers in my hand and realized that this would probably be my last first date. At least, that’s what I dreamed of. Once Micah’s lips touched mine, everything in me shattered. Jacob might as well have been a fever dream.

I wanted Micah to be my last first date. My last first kiss. I wanted him for as long as I lived and beyond.

Raising my fist, I knocked on his door. He lived in the cutest mint-green house A wind chime hung from the top of his porch and the metal pieces looked like shapes of chocolate. His shutters were light brown and I realized, standing there, that his house was mint chocolate chip.

Micah opened the door and all my trepidation whooshed out of me. I was here with my mate. Nothing else mattered.

“Hi,” he said as a blush crept up his neck and into his cheeks. He had changed into jeans and a plain navy shirt, and the casual clothes suited him well.

“Hi, yourself. I brought these for you.” I held up the flowers and held my breath. This was weird. This man was fated for me, meant for us to be mated for life, but I had no clue what kind of flowers he liked. I would learn, I supposed.

“They are beautiful. Thank you.” Accepting the tulips, he moved to the side. “Please, come in.”

If I expected some kind of dig about not sticking around for dinner last time—in fact, running away from him and the veryidea—it never came. Micah was so sweet and kind—accepting me and all my mess.

“Thank you. I brought bread. If it doesn’t suit the meal, it’s fine, but I don’t make a habit of going to someone’s home without a gift.”

He smiled. “That’s a good rule but I hope I’m not just someone. Come on into the kitchen. Dinner is almost ready.”

We walked through his living room, which looked like a picture taken from Pinterest. Plush couch cushions. Throw blankets laid over the backs of chairs. Books on shelves. Soft lighting. A serene place if there ever was one.

“You have a lovely home. And no, you are not just someone.”

Micah’s kitchen made me gasp. And not just because of the tall, frosted chocolate layer cake on the counter. Everything was organized and in its place, pots and pans hanging on a pegboard just like Julia Child’s. I only knew that because of the movie about her. My mate stirred something in a pot and then tasted it with a spoon he got out of the drawer. He glided around, retrieving things and checking pots as though he were born in a kitchen. He danced in his kitchen. A fluidity and ease many dancers never achieved on the stage.

My mate was incredible.

“You’re making me nervous, staring at me, Edwin.”

“I’m admiring you. There’s a difference. The way you move around, it’s…I can’t help myself. I didn’t realize there would be dinner and a show.”

He chuckled and took some pans from the oven. “It makes me nervous, but I love your eyes on me. My animal loves it too.”

“What are we eating tonight?”

After that, the conversation never had a lull. We sat down to an incredible meal of roasted chicken thighs and risotto. My bread went with the meal perfectly.

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