COCO
I make it home, lock the door and… make myself a tea. I’m proud to report I haven’t barricaded myself behind the sofa, nor have I called June or Sawyer to come to my rescue this time.
I’m getting over this episode. Everything is fine.
That kiss, though… That alpha.
Ryder. Gah. So hot.
My panicked brain wants to hide under the covers, and my body wants to drag him down with me. Get sweaty with him.
Am I losing my mind?
That was a bad idea, wasn’t it? Kissing him. Having his hands on my face, his taste on my lips.
God…
The kitchen table is vibrating. Did I forget my vibrator here somewhere? Nah, I haven’t used it in a while. It must have dried up, like my pussy.
Then what… Oh, the phone. My phone is ringing.
I check it, and it’s Mom. Her grinning pic flashes at me and I swallow hard.
Should I reply? I’m not sure I want to talk, yet I’d like to hear her voice, and generally she wouldn’t push me much over the phone.
Today, though… Looks like I chose a bad day to answer the phone.
“Darling!” Her chirpy voice screeches through the speaker. “Haven’t talked in ages! How are you doing?”
“Hey, Mom. Good. I’m… good.”
Instantly, her tone changes. “What’s wrong?”
Damn that motherly intuition.
“Nothing. Promise. Slept badly, that’s all.”
“Are you taking your vitamins? And doing exercise? Oh, honey, you know you need to exercise and stop eating sweets. You’re a beta. How come you dislike moving so much?”
“Mom…” I roll my eyes. “Not that again.”
“It’s not healthy, baby girl. Accepting what you are is freeing.”
“Only if you fit in that mold. If it feels like a too-small dress, why should you wear it?”
“It’s your designation, Coco.” Her voice hardens. “Not a dress. It’s a permanent state.”
“Exactly my point. Why permanently wear a suit that won’t fit?”
“Join the gym. Then it will.” She laughs. “Right?”
God… She thinks it’s funny.
“And when will you find a mate and give me some chubby grandchildren?” she whines. “I saw a gorgeous beta the other day, and it turns out he’s our neighbor’s son. Beta, or delta, I don’t recall. It doesn’t matter. I got his number for you.”
Oh no…
My mom is a very energetic beta. The complete opposite of me. Where she runs, I walk. Where she jumps, I slow down. She’s the sports princess. I’m the sofa queen. Don’t I deserve to be on my sofa with men bringing me platters of finger food and cocktails? I ask you.
