“Don’t you dare apologize to me right now Oliver. That was sweet… in a kinky sorta way. It’s also completely natural for an Alpha to react that way, your designation basically forces you to look out for those weaker than you.” She goes quiet for a second. “Well, the good Alphas, anyway.”
“How did you know I was an Alpha?”
“Pfft, besides the cute growl? Have you seen yourself?” She gestures up and down my body. “You’re tall, all muscly, and sexy as sin. I almost climbed into your lap on the bus.” Her hands fly to her mouth. “Oh my God I didn’t just say that last part.”
I can’t help it; my chest puffs out in pride at the compliment but deflates just as fast. The Alpha in me is pleased, but I know she’s just saying all of this to be nice. “There is nothing hot about me,” I say the words before I can stop myself.
“I disagree.”
“Well. you’re wrong,” I yank my hoodie off with a swift motion, the worn fabric slipping over my head and off my shoulders. “Arms up.” Arms up? Who even am I right now?
Savvy is right about one thing, my Alpha is riding me hard to look after her, something I have never experienced before.
“I’m going to drown in that,” She points at my hoodie. “You’re basically a foot taller than me, I’m going to look silly.”
“I’m six foot three,” I smirk down at her, having recovered some of my confidence. “Also, the shirt you’re wearing is way too big for you, so I doubt you mind baggy clothes.”
She actually stomps her foot on the ground, and I can’t help finding her little tantrum adorable.
“Arms up,” I give her a no-nonsense look. “Last time I asked Savvy.” “This really isn’t necessary,” she mutters under her breath, but still raises her arms, letting me slide the hoodie over her head. “I’m going to a club close by, I would have been fine - oh wow.”
Savvy brings the collar to her nose and inhales deeply, her eyes closed as she takes in my scent. I start to freak the fuck out, I think I washed it a couple of days ago, but now I’m not too sure. I open my mouth to apologize but she continues before I get the chance.
“This smells amazing Oliver,” she takes another sniff and nuzzles the fabric against her cheek. An adorable little sigh escapes her lips. “Seriously, what laundry detergent do you use? I need it.”
Huh? I can’t help but wonder what exactly is captivating her about the smell—my hoodie’s familiar scent has always been just that, mine. “What does it smell like?”
“Like home,” She looks up at me and quickly continues. “This is going to sound dumb, but it smells like banana bread straight out of the oven.”
“It’s not dumb at all, Savvy,” I tell her gently.
She groans, hiding her face behind her hands. “My dad was useless in the kitchen, but he knew how to make the perfect banana bread. It smells like Sunday mornings at home.”
I pulled her into me, instinctively knowing she needed a hug. She feels so good pressed up against me, almost like she belonged there. The way she is clinging to me as if I were a lifeline, made me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling, but fuck, what’s right. I just met Savvy, and I already know she is someone I want to know.
The moment comes to an end when the alarm goes off on my phone. I only have my set in about an hour, but I have to be there forty-five minutes before to check in. “Where are you heading?” I ask her, gently pulling away. “I have to be somewhere in fifteen minutes, but I can be a little late. I don’t feel comfortable letting you walk somewhere on your own.”
“Such an Alpha,” She shakes her head at me, but I can see the smile forming on her lips. “I’m heading to Ferality, same as you I’m guessing.” She cocks her head in the direction of my guitar case.
“No shit?” I feel a moment of happiness flow through me, knowing I get to spend more time with her. That evaporates just as fast when I realize she will be around to see me perform. My stomach churns, and I let out a groan.
“Are you okay? You look a little green.”
“Yep. Just great thanks.”
She giggles again, the sound easing some of the discomfort. “Are you performing tonight?”
“I am, and as you can clearly see, I’m terrified.”
She grabs both my hands and gives them a squeeze. “You got this Oliver.” She then surprises the shit out of me by stretching upwards and planting a kiss on the side of my mouth.
“Let’s get going.” She whispers before dragging me down the street.
Savvy
Ipull Oliver down the street, trying really hard to hide the blush on my face. Why did I kiss him? I just met the guy, and I’m already kissing him. Okay sure, it was only a peck on the side of his mouth, but I wanted more.
Would it be wrong to lick his lips before shoving my tongue down his throat? I bet he tastes so good.
