She nibbles on her full bottom lip before finally releasing it to speak. “Do you…do you have a sweatshirt that you’ve worn and haven't washed?”
An ache hits me right in the fucking solar plexus. I hand her my Harvard sweatshirt from the clothes bin. Quickly, she puts it on her small body, before grabbing the collar and taking a deep inhale. I’ve never had someone want to drown in my scent before. The feeling is heady.
She placed the heating pad at the bottom of her stomach and put the pillows on the right-hand side of her, leaving me a little pocket of space to cuddle her.
“Can I hold you?” I’ve never been one for late-night snuggles, unless you count Binx.
“Please,” she says in her sweet little voice.
Getting back on the bed, I snuggle her tightly, one arm under her neck and the other draped around her waist. Her perfect ass is pressed against me as she holds my forearm close to her chest. I think I could get used to this.
My phone alarm blaring wakes me up. I untangle myself from Emily, who hasn’t even stirred from the noise. Fuck 6:30 A.M., why? I decide to let Emily sleep a little longer as I get ready for work. I wish I could take her to a proper sit-down breakfast and get a tour of her place, but it's going to need to be a quick goodbye this morning. I’m part of her heat, but I don’t even have her number. We need to rectify that ASAP.
After I have on my favorite navy suit, I go to grab a tie from the closet. Two small hands wrap around my waist and give me a tight squeeze. She inhales my scent from my back and sighs. I turn and cup her cheeks in my hands, planting a quick kiss on her pouty lips. Emily gives me a sleepy smile and leans into my chest. I squeeze her tightly, like I can’t get her close enough to me.
“You look handsome,” she says as she rubs the material of my suit jacket between her two fingers.
“You want to pick out my tie?” Her eyes light up with excitement. I open the cabinet to my ties and her mouth drops open.
“Wow, that’s a lot of ties.”
“That’s what happens when no one knows what to get you for Christmas, they just give you ties.”
She taps her chin in deliberation. Picking up a maroon tie with a nondescript floral pattern, she holds it up against my suit. Her little tongue pokes out, and she squints an eye to make sure it's the right choice. Normally I just go with whatever color my suit is, so this will be new.
“Yeah, this one. Gives you a nice contrast of color.”
I take the tie from her and loop it around my neck. Her eyes follow every motion I make, and I swear I can see a glimmer of desire in her eyes.
“Want to get some breakfast to go? Then I’ll drop you off at home?”
She grabs the sweatshirt collar with both hands and takes a deep inhale. “Sure, can I borrow this?”
“Of course.” I look down at her in my hoodie that reaches her thighs and my dick instantly gets hard. Seeing her sporting my clothes and scent awakens a possessive side of me I wasn’t sure I had.
“My pants are probably too big, but maybe just borrow a pair to get you home?”
She looks down at her bare legs and my massive socks on her feet. “Yeah, I don’t want to wear my dress home. If you don’t mind?”
“Of course not, sweetheart.”
I kiss her head before handing her a pair of joggers that I haven’t worn in a while. Hopefully, they’re on the smaller side.
She slides them up to her legs, and the look is very homeless chic. Her hair is an interesting mess. It dried in a weird array of angles last night. Everything she’s wearing is mine, which are all multiple sizes too big. Yet, I think she looks more beautiful than ever.
“Don’t worry, we’ll go through a drive-thru,” I assure her.
“Phew, I’m pretty sure that people would think you're my criminal defense lawyer or something, seeing us together like this,” she says and then laughs at her own joke.
“Luckily, I don’t give a fuck what anybody thinks. Go grab your things, and we’ll head out in a few minutes.”
She smirks at me but starts collecting all her belongings so I can take her home. I wonder if she wants to see me again tonight. Is that too forward?
Emily waits for me in the foyer. Hunched over, petting Binx’s chin and speaking softly to him, she tells him what a pretty boy he is. Lucky bastard.
“Ready?”
“Yeah. Bye, Mr. Binx.”
She gives him one last little head pat. The cat meows back at her and she practically fucking beams. Like he is a ghost child stuck in a cat's body, just like his namesake from Hocus Pocus suggests.
We stop at the first Dunkin’ we see on the way to her place. She orders a vanilla chai and I get my standard red eye. Neither of us are big breakfast people apparently, so we just stick to our warm caffeinated drinks. She directs me over to the Jeffries Point area. Not a bad area, but being right next to the airport sucks. Her condo is right off of Everett Street and I park out front of the building. Leaning her face against the headrest of the seat, she looks at me expectantly.
“I want to see you again. I mean, more than just your heat. I’d like to get to know you better,” I tell her, hoping she understands how genuine I’m being.
She blushes and smiles. “I’d like that too... There is something I want to mention.”
“Okay?” Is this where she tells me she has some sort of demented fetish?
“I’m a little bit different during my heat. I just want to give you a heads up. I hope that you still want to see me after, so let's see how the heat goes, and then you can decide.”
I furrow my brow in confusion. I don’t press her on exactly how she’s different. I mean, I know Omegas aren’t very lucid during their heats, and that's why they need generous amounts of care.
“Emily, I don’t think anything is going to change my mind. Your heat should start in the next couple of days, yeah?”
“Yeah, definitely by Friday. Honestly, the nesting urge hit me pretty hard last night, so it might be sooner. Will you be able to get off work?”
“I’ll be there no matter what.” I smile at her and lean over the center console to give her a quick kiss.
“I do still need your number though.”
She gasps, “Oh, of course.”
I hand her my phone, and she puts her information in. She shrugs her shoulders. “Maybe you could call me or text me tonight?”
“Honestly, it’s taking every ounce of effort to drag myself to work. I want to throw you over my shoulder, drag you into your apartment and fuck you all day.”
She bites her lip. “That does sound pretty pleasant.”
“Emily, please get out before I come in my pants. Your scent is hot boxing the hell out of my car.”
She giggles and leans over one more time to give me a deeper kiss. My cock is rock fucking hard and I consider the idea of jerking off in the company car park before work.
Moving back into her seat, she kisses me one more time on the cheek. “Bye, Griff.”
I watch her leave my car and head to the front door of her building, where she enters a code and heads up a set of stairs. I squeeze my cock hard while the smell of cherries and vanilla swirls around me. Taking a few steadying breaths, I mentally prepare myself to get through the day.