Page 32 of Crash Course Omega
I need to focus on the car and make sure everything is set up for the free practice today. All competing drivers have an hour to test out the track and familiarize themselves with it before the qualifying race tomorrow. Except for Jaxx, who is racing with Harmony this evening as part of her training.
But with Harmony silently watching me, it’s simply too much.
She arrived half an hour ago in the same exercise clothes as last time. But rather than panic, she looked like she wanted to cry. She asked if she could stay, and I would have been the worst person in the world if I told her no.
I've already lost five minutes of my routine making coffee, and now she simply sits there, glancing between the car, myself, and the jacket I hung on my tool trolley.
It’s obvious what she wants by the way her eyes hop between me and it, and I don’t need it, despite the cool Texas night air. And there was something so satisfying about the way she clung to my jacket the last time she wore it. She never returned the last one, and part of me hopes she kept it and brought it with her.
I need to make a note to wear two jackets next time so she can have my scent for the rest of the day. I don’t care if people give her looks. The useless alpha part of me wants her to be drenched in my scent all the time.
Life would be much easier if I were a beta.
Each time I inspect a particular part of the car, I glance at her to see if she’s okay. And she just sips her coffee and tries to be subtle about how much she wants my jacket.
Until I can’t take it any longer, and I sweep the jacket from my tool trolley and go over to her.
“Arms,” I say, standing over her. Her head tilts back, exposing the sleek line of her neck, and my cock reacts instantly.
“Excuse me?” she asks.
“Put out your arms.”
Her gaze sparks, and her shy smile makes me tremble as she extends one bare arm.
Just my fingers brushing her wrist as I feed the fabric over her right hand is almost too much for me.
Her scent swirls as I lean in close, wrapping the jacket around her back.
She passes her coffee cup to her right hand as she pushes her left arm through it, and I’m left standing over her.
With my hands on her shoulders, our gazes fixed, my need for her rises as she smiles at me again.
It’s enough for now. I nod, turning from her and back to the car, fully intending to return to my routine.
Except now that she has my jacket, I can see how she keeps holding the collar or the cuffs up to her nose and taking inhales so deep she has to be doing it to tease me.
And then it’s nothing but an hour of me flitting between my routine and her. Going over to adjust the collar, zip up the jacket, make her fresh coffee. I end up going into my office to fish out a blanket for her knees and feet, and even offer her gloves.
By the time 4:30 AM comes around, she’s unnecessarily wrapped up. But I keep worrying and fussing over her. I want to make sure she feels completely comfortable, especially when her expression brightens every time I come over to her.
My routine is ruined. But the last time she sat with me, Maddock won first place. So, I force myself to believe that she’s a lucky charm so I don’t have an anxiety attack over the fact that none of it has gone right. I have to remind myself I do this routine at least three times every morning, and I can start again when she’s gone.
“What is it?” I ask as I adjust the cuffs of my jacket to make sure there are no gaps between them and the gloves. “Why are you smiling at me like that?”
“This is just really nice,” she replies softly.
“What do you mean?”
“I like sitting here with you. I don’t think I’ve been with another person and just been able to be quiet. It’s so peaceful.”
“So you’re not bothered that I don’t talk to you?” Because I thought I needed to make conversation. If it were a group of people, they would naturally pick up the conversation themselves, but when it’s just me and her, I feel responsible.
“There’s no need to, is there? Unless you have something important that you want to say?”
I shake my head, and she smiles more widely.
“And do you mind me sitting here watching you?” she asks.
