Page 51 of Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

I can’t believe they can hold me with how they were about to be shaking from an orgasm.

A banana is thrust in front of me from Jace who winks at me as I pout some more but take the offered fruit. But I’m not stupid and I eat the banana as the guys grab water and pre-workout, using shaker bottles as I think about all the mean comments that I want to make.

I keep my narrative to myself because I feel like I may puke during this workout and don’t want any other reason for them to push me harder. Including the comment I want to make about if they jerk off the same way they shake pre-workout. Which explains their forearms.

But I’m going to be good.

So good.

Best behaved omega out there.

I don’t hate working out. I just get anxious about going to new places and doing new things.

Which is why I’m on a benzo SSRI cocktail.

It’s a new development, which is why my stomach gurgles and my eyes are closed at the wave of nausea and dizziness crash over me like tsunami waves.

Who ever thought that taking care of your mental health involved so many side effects?

Not me.

When my therapist first talked to me about meds, years ago after the initial trauma dumping that I had done with her, I had declined and we just did the work through it.

But then things got bad again.

Really bad.

The morbs took over and simple tasks seemed impossible. Brushing my hair was a luxury. Getting out of bed was a Herculean task. My bad sleep worsened so I was up for days, catching cat naps whenever I could.

Finally, Lola said to just meet with Ollie to talk about meds.

And here I was, a few days in wondering if I was going to puke in a car with four alphas who all wanted to rearrange my guts and knot me for days.

Maybe this was a manic episode.

“You’re quiet,” Jace commented. Blinking, I look at him like I was waking up and his frown deepens, “You okay, Sadie girl?”

Did I disassociate?

I turn, my eyes looking for Cameron, who is staring at me in the quiet truck like he knows what I’m going through right now. My eyes flick back to Jace and I just nod my head.

Embarrassment floods me. How long had I been dissociating? Freaking out over my side effects?

A hand slid over the back of my neck, a thumb rubbing the spot behind my ear as I gulped in a breath, leaning back into the soft touch of the hand.

It’s grounding to be caressed like this.

“You just thinking about punching me in the face?” Cameron is teasing me to break the shift in mood. The tension breaks as I chuckle, shifting in my seat to look at him.

He is leaning forward and I steal a kiss, just a soft peck like a thank you for grounding me. His smile at the reward makes me want to give him more.

Pushing my neck back, Cameron kisses the top of my head. His hand squeezes my neck before he continues rubbinggently as he sits back.

I’m safe.

I’m here.

I’m fine.

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