Page 37 of Talk About… Dramay
I hoped one day she wouldn’t feel like she had to.
Her hand shook as she put the key in the lock, the click of it making her jump. Instinctively, I reached out, hand on her shoulder to give her silent support.
A gasp escaped her as she stepped inside.
“It’s so different.”
“Is that good or bad?” Hudson asked.
“I don’t know yet,” she said, laughing as she dropped her bag on a hook and kicked her shoes off.
We watched as she moved through the house, smile growing wider as she took everything in. She paused at the bottom of the stairs, raising an eyebrow at us.
“Of course, they already handled unloading our things from the shipping container and put it all away nicely. That’s definitely a Brandon move.”
She shook her head before giving us a sassy smile.
“I’m choosing first, but you guys can fight over your own rooms,” she joked before turning and running up the stairs.
We moved at once, fighting to get to the stairs first. Roman managed to get ahead, though that was only because Hudson was trying to throw me behind him. I fought my way up but only managed to come in last.
At least I’d get to choose before Tate. Served him right for avoiding the job for the first week.
Though, it was no longer a job.
The stairs went up one more flight but this was the floor the others were exploring. The long hallway ended in double doorsthat were thrown wide open, our omega moving around. The door next to hers was claimed by Roman, Hudson across the hall.
“You’ll want the one on Roman’s side,” Hudson called out to me before disappearing. I didn’t argue as I pushed in the door next to Roman’s.
It was a big room with an attached bathroom. I hadn’t expected to have this much space to myself.
The furniture was nice, a mix of modern and vintage. It was a theme I noticed in the house. Small bits of vintage style art and antiques, mixed with bright walls and small bits of modern furniture.
I wondered if that was her style, or her dads’.
I dropped my backpack on the four poster bed before going to the window. There was a small balcony that overlooked the forest, I pushed open the door and stepped out, breathing in the freshest air I think I’d ever inhaled. She wasn’t kidding about this town. It was perfect.
“I’m going to look at the attic,” Oriana called out as she moved past our doors. I followed her without thought, and so did the others like we couldn’t help ourselves.
I’d known this omega for less than a day and I was already obsessed.
The attic was huge. It was finished, with white walls and hardwood flooring. The huge windows were covered in a film that cast rainbows on the floor in the sunlight and several plants rested underneath them.
A huge rug was in the middle of the room and two sectionals created a pack sitting space. The rest was a blank canvas.
“Oh, this will be fun to make a pack space. Dad must have already had it in mind. Though, I’ll kill those poor plants.
“I’ve got them,” Roman offered with a chuckle. “No dying plants on my watch.”
“Good,” she said as she smiled up at him like he hung the moon. God, I wanted her to look at me like that, too.
One glance at Hudson and I knew he felt the same way I did. We had to call Tate.
Oriana yawned as she turned and I realized how exhausted she was.
“What are the plans for tonight?”
“Dinner at my family’s house. I’m saving confrontations for after settling in,” she said quickly.