Page 106 of Patiently Yours
“And charades!” Ciro adds.
She groans slightly before giving me a flirty smirk. “As long as my alpha lets me win.”
I give one of her ass cheeks a punishing slap. When she squeals, I feel my cock pulse inside her. “Maybe my omega can convince me.”
She bites her lip and I am done for.
FIFTY-ONE
Rory taps a knuckle against the door. She smiles wide at me before taking a look around my room. My belongings are scattered across the space. The way in which I decided to pack is definitely questionable, but I can’t even be bothered by the chaotic mess because of the happiness I feel. It’s like nothing can pull me down.
Instead of remarking on the mess, a happy sheen builds in Rory’s eyes. “I’m really going to miss you.”
“Aw, Cranny.” I stop what I’m doing and make my way to her. “I won’t be very far. It’s not like I’m moving across the country.”
She fake pouts. “I know. I don’t know why I’m having this reaction. I’m so happy for you, and this has nothing to do with me. I’m just feeling… unsettled.”
“That’s a normal omega response to have, Rory.” I quirk an eyebrow at her. “It’s okay to feel how you feel even if it doesn’t make sense. Our hormones do that to us sometimes.”
Rory tilts her head at me, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “Is that something you learned in therapy?”
I shrug slightly. “Amongst other things. Sometimes we don’t have to figure out or fix the thing that caused the emotion, we just have to feel it in the moment and let it pass.”
I watch my best friend process what I said, which is probably what I looked like the first time I heard it. It can be strange, feeling like a victim to your own biology. I know Rory feels this way more than most omegas. “May I say something even though it may sound hypocritical?”
Rory gives me a curious look but then nods. “Of course.”
“Please promise me you’ll cater to your omega more. Give into more of her needs. We’ve both been ignoring ours for so long… but trust me, it feels so much better to let them live. It’s like… welcoming home a piece of yourself that you didn’t realize you’d been neglecting.”
A dose of emotion pokes through my words, causing my lower lip to tremble slightly. “Sorry,” I apologize, realizing I had said that not only for her, but for myself.
“Stacia.” Rory gives my shoulder an affectionate squeeze, “I promise I’ll try, only because I’ve seen what it’s done for you and your happiness. I’m not even sure I have the same omega needs as other omegas. I’ve certainly never felt them.”
“There’s that Sagittarian stubbornness I know and love.”
That has her laughing before she pulls me into a hug. It’s one of mutual adoration, and it has me feeling extremely grateful for a friend as amazing as her. Even if she never discovers her own omega needs, I’ll be here for her every step of the way.
She was there for me when I wasn’t even there for myself, and that’s a debt I’m not sure I can ever repay. But damn, I’ll certainly fucking try.
“We’ll still have our girls’ nights, right?”
I clasp her hand in mine. “Of course. We can even have them more often. And Opal can join them now since she’ll be taking over my lease.”
Opal was very excited for me to finally take the next move with my pack, but she was also excited to learn that a spot inan off-campus house would become available for her to take. Especially one with a roommate she already knows.
She’s been a breath of fresh air these past few months. She understands her authentic self more than anyone I’ve ever met, and it’s been an absolute delight to watch her embrace it. She’s timid, but sarcastic. She’s a homebody, and very proud of it. One afternoon while we were hanging out, she described herself as a “goblin hermit.”
“I’m so glad I don’t have to live with a stranger,” Rory says with a relieved sigh. “Also, she has the most impressive mug collection I’ve ever fucking seen. They’re all either pastel or shaped like a cartoon character. I’m jealous. I hope she lets me use them when she moves in.”
“I’m sure she will,” I laugh, going back to packing. “She’ll give you a lot less trouble than I did, that’s for sure.”
“Stop that.” She flicks me in the head, making me laugh. “You were going through stuff. It was an honor to help you.”
“Just let me help you, too, when the time comes.”
She scoffs. “You can help me read lines, because I’ll have that Shakespeare class, remember?”
“Oh gosh, how could I forget? You don’t even like anything historical, but god forbid there’s a genre you haven’t mastered yet.” She gives me an exasperated look, which causes me to erupt into laughter.
