Page 53 of His Sassy Omega
Fate could suck it if he got this very important question wrong.
“It’s the best, most badass Christmas movie ever.”
I bent at my knees, exhaling the breath I hadn’t known I was holding. “Oh, thank fuck.”
He laughed at my dramatic antics, but this was a serious subject. I didn’t want to have to argue about‘Die Hard’every Christmas. But I would. I totally would. Not that we would be spending this Christmas together, or any other. I needed to roll that train back to the station.
I started the movie, and we ate our pizza and garlic bread in companionable silence. It was nice, for lack of a better word. It wasn’t awkward and neither of us felt the need to fill the silence with inane small talk. We just watched the movie and ate pizza.
It was comfortable.
When we’d cleaned up the remnants of dinner, Lachlan planted himself on one end of my couch. He reached for one of my eggplant-colored throw pillows and placed it on his lap. He gestured for me to lay down, my head on the pillow, my long limbs stretched out on the sofa. He tossed the fuzzy blanket I kept on the back of the couch over me, and I sighed softly, wriggling until I was comfortable.
I wasn’t a cuddler by nature. It had just never been my thing. It always seemed like no one really fit together the way they were supposed to. It was always like trying to stick wrong puzzle pieces into slots they didn’t go in.It was more hassle than it was worth, so I just didn’t do it. That wasn’t the case with Lachlan. Everything seemed to know right where to fit, our pieces sliding in together perfectly.
He ran his hands through my hair, massaging lightly, and it felt so good I nearly moaned. My headache was down to a manageable level, still there but not impeding my ability to function. Lachlan’s fingers on my scalp pushed it to the background.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, me slowly starting to drift off. I was so relaxed, I felt boneless, and the gunfire from the movie was just white noise. Lachlan’s soft question had my eyes flying open.
“What happens on your birthday?”
I sat up straight, peering at him owlishly, feeling my entire body tense at his question. “Who told you about my birthday?”
“Gigi. She mentioned something happening on your birthday.”
“She talks too much.” She didn’t, and I wasn’t mad at her, but this was a trigger topic for me after what had happened with Leo.
Lachlan laughed. “She does not. That woman has secrets and agendas like a spy. I bet she knows everything about everything in this town.”
I rolled my eyes. “She needs to stop. Seriously.”
“Is it true you’ve never taken anyone with you on Sundays to see her?”
“It’s true. You were here already, so…” It was bullshit and we both knew it. I could have asked him to leave. I didn’t owe it to him to tell him where I’d been going. I don’t know why I even asked him to tag along in the first place. The words had just flown out of my mouth on their own.
“You could have sent me on my way. Like you did this morning in bed.”
He’d called me out. Damn him.
He pushed me back down gently to the spot I’d been laying on, and started up the hair-stroking, scalp massage thing. It had me forgetting themovie, and any questions he had asked. The man had good fingers, that was a fact.
“I could have,” I agreed, not giving him any more than that.
“So, your birthday?” he pushed. “When is it?”
“April.”
“And what happens in April? Do you turn into a pumpkin?”
I snorted. “No, that only happens when I stay up past my bedtime, remember?” Which, I glanced at the clock on the wall, had already happened. I was glad I’d gone into the bakery today, and gotten a head start on things.
He pinched my butt, and I yelped.
“Hey!” I turned my head and glared at him.
“Answer the question.” He used his alpha voice and I wanted to tell him all my secrets. Might as well see his reaction to what I was going to say.
“I will gain access to my trust fund,” I told him, turning my attention back to the screen like it was no big deal. I’d focus on Hans Gruber. God, Alan Rickman was fucking sexy as hell.
