Page 89 of Knot Gonna Give You Up

“Honey, did you bring me a treat?” he asks.

I laugh and shake my head at him.

“Not today, this one’s for Josie,” I tell him.

He gets close and peers at the plastic cup in my hand. “It looks weird.”

“Good thing it’s not for you, then,” I tell him primly, raising my nose at him before walking away.

He follows, chuckling, as I walk through the house to find our Omega sitting in one of her favorite places. Henry’s study. She loves to grab blankets and cozy up on the small sofa in there, with a few books piled near her or her laptop ready to be used. Today, she’s happily reading something that has a very buff torso on the cover.

“Angel, we can give you some muscles to look at. You don’t need to read a book with them on the cover to experience it,” I tease her.

Josie jumps a little and looks at us with a blush on her cheeks. A whiff of her scent hits the air, and I can smell her arousal in it. It’s not a full perfume, but something she’s reading that has gotten her worked up.

“Hey!” she greets us, her voice a little high with embarrassment.

I grin at her, unrepentant that we’ve interrupted her book time. My hand holding the boba tea comes forward, and I give it a slight shake. Her eyes go wide, and she puts the book down. Josie’s hands reach out in a grabbing motion, eyes locked on the gift. My heart warms at how easily she accepts my gifts now.

She always loves them, but at first she was a little nervous to take them. She would tell me that she didn’t want to come off as greedy, but after a few assurances that it would make me happy, too, she started embracing her Omega love of gifts. I oblige her excitement and step fully into the room to hand her the travel cup.

“This is one of our first attempts at boba tea over at the cafe. We’ve had a few samples with the employees, but this is one of our first fully made ones. It’s a milk tea. We tried it with a few different tea blends, but this one is full sweetness, flavoredwith Taro, and has tapioca boba,” I tell her proudly before fully releasing the drink to her.

“What kind of tea is in it? You said you tried a few different ones?” she asks, swirling the wide straw through the tapioca and ice.

I look at her blankly.

“Did you forget?” she smirks.

Hesitantly, I nod my head, grimacing. She giggles before wrapping those gorgeous lips around the straw and taking a first sip. I don’t see any boba come through the clear tube, but Josie’s eyes light up as she savors the flavor of the tea itself. She takes a second sip before talking, and I see one of the dark colored balls come up the straw with the tea. Her mouth moves slowly as she chews, and a smile grows on her face.

“This is delicious! It tastes like a fruity cereal! Jesse, you gotta try this. Did you already try it, Si? You need to try it too,” she says excitedly.

“I have not tried these flavors yet, and I feel ridiculous that I can’t remember the tea blend. Jesse can take the first sip, I’ll wait,” I tell them both.

Jesse takes his sip, and his face is a mixture of disgust and enjoyment. I hide my smirk, knowing that he doesn’t want to disappoint Josie, but he is also not a fan. He hands me a drink, his mouth moving like he’s chewing, but I’m not sure he actually took in any boba. Putting the big straw in my mouth, I take a mouthful of the tea and try to grab a boba as well.

“It’s, um, very sweet,” I comment as I slowly chew the boba.

“Definitely fruity,” Jesse adds.

Josie happily takes another drink while smiling at us. She eyes us up and swallows her boba before talking.

“You hated it, Jesse, didn’t you?” she asks.

Jesse rubs the back of his neck, “Hate is such astrongword…”

“It was definitely sweeter than I like, but I can see why you like it,” I say.

She giggles sweetly, “It’s okay, I love it so bring me one any time you feel like it.”

“You got it, Angel.”

Jesse and I then find seats in the den with her to just sit and exist. Jesse picks up a book at one point, but I alternate between watching Josie and closing my eyes to enjoy the peace. My body is craving hers more and more as we live together. Thankfully, Vic helps me take the edge off as much as he can, but I know he needs contact with Josie as well. Moreso really since they’re bonded. So I try to balance my needs with everyone else.

We’re basically operating like a Pack. That thought shocks me and snaps me out of my peace. Is this what Pack is? Balancing needs and ensuring everyone gets what they want? It must be, ithasto be, because I refuse to believe that this happiness and peace are accidental. My eyes snap open, and I sit up straighter. Jesse notices the movement and raises an eyebrow at me.

“This is what it is, isn’t it?” I ask him quietly.

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