Page 2 of Talk About… Dramay
I barely made it a half a block before his footfalls splashed behind me. He met me in my quick stride.
“Do you think I’m going to let this go? That I’m going to meet a scent match, one as breathtaking and mysterious as you, and I’m just going to walk away?”
“What else can you do?” I asked around a humorless laugh.
“I never give up, Stormy,” he promised, his hand wrapping gently around my bicep to stop me. I could get away, he wasn’t being aggressive, just desperate to not let me go.
“How?” I demanded, stopping as I followed his gaze to my work badge that was hanging out of my bag.
So much for keeping this anonymous.
Then again, my omega was fighting me every step of the way. Every instinct I had was screaming for me to jump into his arms, to wrap myself in his scent and never leave. To let him mend my broken heart.
“One date, that lasts all day. Give me a real chance. Tell me your bullshit, I’ll tell you mine, and if at the end of that day, you still want to walk away, I’ll let you,” he said, voice low and hoarse and silver blue eyes burning with sincerity.
His shoulders were tense and his hand tightened just enough to keep me present. I took a shaky breath and wondered if I could truly give into this beta.
Would he reject me after years together just like Cameron Whitaker did?
I wasn’t sure I could pick up the pieces again. I’d barely made myself start functioning again, the pain was still too fresh.
Hell, I’d left all of Rockwood Valley behind and half my heart with it.
Rain started to fall harder, to the point I had to practically shout over the roar of it. He tugged me under an awning, thedeafening rain on the vinyl above our heads a bit more bearable when I didn’t have to sputter on water as I spoke.
I shivered as the cold seeped into my clothes. The weather was cool this time of year and now that the rain had soaked me through, I was feeling it.
“You really want all my baggage, Roman? I’m not sunshine and rainbows, I’m a tornado in a hurricane.”
“Just because someone stole your light, doesn’t mean you can’t still be beautiful,” he promised, leaning down and pressing a single kiss to my forehead.
My skin heated at the contact, a tingling taking over. I bit my lip to stop myself from whimpering again like a needy little omega.
But god, do I feel like one right now.
“Fine. One date.”
“One dateday,” he clarified. “Where you don’t hold back from me. Let me see everything and I’ll do the same. I’ll pick you up at breakfast and you’re mine until the sun comes up again.”
“What would you do with me that night, Roman?”
“Remind you that you’re a worthy omega and any man who let you go is a fool,” he said against the shell of my ear, this time the shiver followed by slick leaking down my thighs and my scent perfuming around us.
That’s embarrassing. Perfuming like a pubescent omega. This was starting off well.
The wicked smile on his lips showed that he noticed.
“This is me,” I said, gesturing up at the apartment building we’d taken cover under. The doorman was waiting at the door, ready to open it at a moment’s notice. He side-eyed the beta and gave me a look that said he’d step in if I needed. I gave a quick shake of my head and reassuring smile before turning back to Roman.
“Do you work tomorrow?”
“No,” I admitted, my heart slamming against my ribcage like it was trying to escape this heated moment.
“Good. See you bright and early. Text me your coffee order… and anything else you want, as well,” he said with a wink, flashing the devastating smile that had me weak in the knees.
Pulling a pen out of his front pocket, he pushed my sleeve up, giving my arm a second to dry before writing his number.
“Don’t keep me waiting, Stormy.”