Page 94 of One Wild Omega

“Fortunately for you, I appear to beverybad at following directions.” Fitz smiled down at him. “And I was most intrigued by theseRichardpaintings, too.”

Tanner gasped, realizing Fitz knew what they were called. “Oh gods…I didn’t know you knew what they were called.”

“So… I’m a Dick. I definitely deserved that.”

“How many did you find?”

“Four,” Fitz murmured, stopping before another one of them.

Tanner gazed up at the image. In it, Fitz had anger in his eyes. A snarl to his lip. He looked hateful. Tanner had painted it after a rough night where they’d argued.

Fitz gazed down at him, pain in his expression. “Ineverwant you to see that face again. Ever.”

Tanner turned to fully face Fitz. “I don’t think I will.”

Fitz’s pained look only deepened. Tanner had told him to let go of it, but it was clear Fitz still felt the guilt strongly.

Tanner took Fit’s hand in his. He looked around at all his paintings and the people looking at them. “You did this, didn’t you?”

“With a little help,” Fitz said before pointing through the crowd. Near the back stood Quinn, Bellamy, Beau, and Raimy. They waved, all smiles.

“Whose gallery is this?”

“Yours,” Fitz answered.

Tanner held his gaze. “What?”

“I bought the building. For you.”

Tanner searched Fitz’s face, sure it couldn’t be true.

“Four floors. There’s the gallery on the first. Some office space on the second, that could be rented out, potentially—or I could use it if I ever went on my own, I suppose. Third floor would make a perfect home for us with a little work. And the top floor gets great lighting, or so Bellamy says. Seems like it would make a perfect studio.” Fitz hedged a little. “Ifyou wanted to work and live here with me, that is.”

Even though they’d ended up in each other’s beds over the past weeks, nothing had been said about them moving in with one another.

“I do,” Tanner said without fanfare or doubt. He melted into Fitz. “I do… forever and ever, I do.”

Fitz slid one hand through Tanner’s braids and urged him forward, slamming his lips against his alpha’s. The kiss quickly turned heated and the instinct rose again.

“Third floor,” Tanner whispered against Fitz’s lips.

“Ummm… all these people are here to see you and your work,” Fitz whispered back.

“The work is there for them to see… so let them see it. I have a meeting with my alpha on the third floor.”

Fitz nodded and quickly led him to another hallway and a waiting elevator.

They could barely keep their hands off one another on the ride up.

* * * *

A couple of weeks later…

Tanner hefted the sledgehammer and slammed it into the wall where Fitz told him to. He was really getting into renovating the space… enjoying it much more than he’d anticipated. Once the wall was down, he wavered on his feet a little and had to brace himself.

“You okay?” Fitz asked, looking concerned.

“Yeah, I just got a little wonky there.” A wave of unease washed over him and he took a step back. After leaning the sledgehammer against the wall, he went over to one of the two open windows, needing some air.

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