Page 42 of His Pretty Omega
“Why are you nodding like that?” I demanded, giving him the stink eye. He looked like a damn bobble head.
Alex arched one dark brow at me. “Do you think I don’t know that already? Seth, we’ve practically been living together for months now. Waiting for your lease to expire, and the random nights you decide you need to sleep here just to, I don’t know, make yourself feel like you can say we haven’t officially moved in together doesn’t change the fact that we have been sharing our lives, and space, for weeks now. I know that as soon as you walk in the door, efficient Seth has left the building.”
What was this man even saying to me? He knew? But I’d hidden it so well. At leastI thought I had.
“Then who am I when I get home?” I stared at him, full of questions.
“You’re my mate who leaves a trail through the house of everywhere he has been. I’ll never have to wonder where you are. Your scrubs come off practically as soon as you shut the door. Pants here, shirt there, a shoe over there. Sock thrown here. Mail tossed…well, it’s a different spot every day. It’s like a mail scavenger hunt nightly. A bill here, a bill there. Never all together, which is kinda fun, honestly, to see if I can find it all.”
“I…do?” Did I do that? Maybe I did.
“I just go behind you, picking things up. While I make dinner, you channel surf, mostly because you can’t get settled on one show for more than five minutes, unless it’s something you’ve seen a hundred times before. New stuff needs to catch your attention quickly, or you’re flipping to the next thing.”
“New shows are boring.” I whined, because they were.
“Seth, Iseeyou,” Alex brushed a lock of my hair from my forehead, his hand cupping my cheek. “I have seen you from the first second you strutted into that ballroom like you owned the place. I see all of you. Even the parts of you that you try to keep hidden from me.”
Because I was at a loss for words, or maybe too many were flying around my brain for me to put into sentences that made any kind of sense, I turned my face into his hand, nuzzling his palm with my nose.
Closing my eyes, I breathed him in. His familiar scent, that always made my soul settle. He smelled like an alpha, musky and dark, but most of all, he smelled like Alex.
Familiar. Comforting. Arousing. Mine.
This man continued to prove to me daily, not just with his words but with his actions, that he was mine.
That he was here.
That he wasn’t going anywhere.
He saw me, the real me, and he was still here.
Best show him that room, before you get lost in all your feels, my cat reminded me.
My eyes flew open, and I jerked away from Alex.
“What is it?” He looked hurt by my sharp pulling away.
“Umm…hold that thought,” I winced, pushing myself out of the softness of the couch. Alex took my hand, helping pull me up.
“I need to show you something. It’s the main reason nothing has been done. Well, one of the reasons. I really did come here every night thinking that tonight would be the night I would get something done. And then I just–”
“Got overwhelmed and then didn’t do anything?” he filled in the blanks when I couldn’t finish my sentence.
“Yeah, that.”
Taking his hand, I slowly led him to the closed door of the second bedroom. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”
Nope, it was about ten times worse than it looked, but I was determined to try to put a positive spin on this.
“And I’m not a hoarder, I swear I’m not. I just sometimes get in moods to buy things. Things I’m sure I need, or want, at the time. And then I buy likeallthe things that go with it.”
His brow furrowed a little. “All the things that go with it?” he repeated slowly.
“Yeah, so say I find an author's book I like, then I buy all their books.”
“A lot of people do that.”
“Mmmm, yeah…ummm.”
