Page 13 of Omega Shattered
"Come on, we'll figure something out," Archer stood, grabbing my hand and pulling me up off the sofa. "You can use my shower. My stuff will probably fit you best anyway."
I followed him up the stairs, my anxiety turning my scent sour again. It was probably unbearable to the alpha noses, but I couldn't help it.
In Archer's room, he tossed his suitcase on the bed and threw it open. "Any color preferences?" When I just stared at him, he nodded and started digging through the contents of the suitcase, tossing clothing on to the bed.
"Here." He held up a green t-shirt that would easily cover my thighs and a pair of black gym pants. "These are the smallest things I own."
We moved into the bathroom where I eyed the man nervously. He seemed nice enough, but he was still an alpha and I was an omega. Not to mention, he'd been instructed to watch me shower.
The glass shower door was clear and I stared at it despairingly. At the center, we'd had to shower in communal showers, but that had been with other omegas and the occasional beta. At least Archer didn't have a cattle prod.
"Okay, I'm going to sit right in the doorway and check my emails," Archer said. "Don't go out the window, you'll freeze your ass off before I can rescue you." He plopped himself down in the doorway and faced away from me, pulling out his phone.
After a few minutes of watching him, I felt a little more secure in slipping off my clothes and stepping into the shower. Turning the handle, I was shocked as hot water poured down, letting out a little squeak.
"We all good in there?" Archer called, not turning around.
"Just . . . the water's hot," I said. "It startled me."
"You can turn the handle to the left and it will cool down."
"No, it's nice. It just surprised me. The showers in the center are usually cold." I tipped my head back and let the steaming water pour over my hair and down my back. It was wonderful. The heat penetrated down to my bones, finally thawing what the fire hadn't and I sighed blissfully.
There was no telling how long I stood there under the pounding water, but after a while, Archer spoke up. "Just so you know, there's a hot water tank and it's going to run out in about ten minutes."
"Shit." I grabbed a bottle of body wash and quickly scrubbed myself clean, then shampooed, conditioned, and rinsed my hair.Just as the water started to cool, I turned it off and wrapped myself in a giant fluffy towel.
"Feel better?" Archer asked, face focused on his phone.
"So much better. And warm." I grinned. "Don't turn around, I have to get dressed."
"Let me know when you're done." He went back to tapping on the screen.
Hurrying, I pulled on the shirt and let it fall down over my hips before I pulled on his gym pants. The hems dragged on the floor and the waistband drooped around my hips. "These pants really don't fit."
"Hang on, is it safe to look?"
"Yeah."
He turned and studied the problem for a long moment. "Okay, I think I know what we can do. I'll cut the elastic in the waist and tie it tighter. That should work for you. The legs we'll just roll."
He led me into the bedroom while I toweled off my hair. After a moment of rummaging in a backpack, he stood up with a triumphant grin, holding up a pair of scissors. "Stretch out the waistband."
I grabbed the waist of the pants and held a section taut. "Are you sure you want to cut your pants? I'll be gone in a day or two."
"I have plenty." He carefully slit the fabric vertically and tugged out the thick elastic before snipping it in half. "There, let go."
I did and Archer pulled the elastic ends until the pants cinched comfortably around my waist. He tied the ends in a bow and grinned at me.
"Problem solved. Do you want to go back downstairs or hang out here for a bit?"
"Depends. Is River still down there?"
Archer laughed, shaking his head. "Not a big fan of our fearless leader, huh?"
"You wouldn't be either if he caught you in your hiding spot that you worked very hard to find and then dragged you back to a torture cell."
Archer raised an eyebrow, looked around the room, and said, "This is a torture cell?"
