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Finn bit his lip, picking up his fork as if he were about to start eating again. "Nobody’s ever been jealous of me, Liam. It’s just not something I’ve had in my life. So… I appreciate it.You just gave me an experience I’ve never had before," he said, sounding genuinely grateful.

It made me feel all warm and oddly giddy inside.

"It’s good that you’re not mad. I warned you I can be… intense."

"I don’t mind. Don’t ever change," Finn grinned, picking up a piece of pepper on his fork and popping it into his mouth, clearly in a good mood.

We ate in silence for a moment. I wondered what this outing meant to him. Was this some kind of date or just a casual dinner? Finn, being single, often ate out and knew all these cool spots, whereas I didn’t have that experience. I’d spent the last four years at college, mostly eating in the campus cafeteria.

But as we sat there for a while, I started feeling strange—warm and restless. It was hard for me to sit still, and I kept shifting in my seat. Finn must’ve noticed my uneasiness because eventually, he suggested we go for a walk along the boardwalk to watch the sunset over the ocean. He probably concluded that I felt bad about my jealous outburst and didn’t want the waitstaff giving us strange looks.

The walk was a good idea, as it helped distract me from the strange thoughts that had been swirling in my head, growing more pronounced and, honestly, more inappropriate.

I was battling myself and these strange heat flashes, not understanding what was happening. Was I sick or something? One of the oddest symptoms was a slight clenching sensation in my hole… Yes, exactly there. No way around it.

There were moments when my shoulder would brush against Finn’s muscular arm during the walk, and I’d feel this jolt of energy shoot through my body. I’d never felt anything like it before, so I didn’t know how to make sense of it.

At the same time, it was getting harder to focus on our conversation, and keeping a clear train of thought felt almostimpossible. So, I mostly asked him simple questions—about his job, even his exes. He didn’t go into much detail but admitted he’d been in pretty uneventful relationships, ones that were typical for betas—more about convenience than any overwhelming love or attraction.

At one point, Finn asked,

"Are you hot? You look a little flushed."

I hesitated for a moment, then admitted, "Yeah, I’m feeling kinda hot. Breaking into a sweat. Not sure if I’m coming down with something," I muttered, trying to find an excuse.

Finn looked concerned and quickly suggested we head back home, which I agreed to since I was too on edge to focus on anything else.

All I really wanted was for Finn to pick me up and hold me in his arms. I knew how silly that sounded, but my mind was stuck on the vision.

When we got back, I took a shower and told Finn I was going to bed in the loft room early. The information made his face drop a bit, as if he had hoped our bed arrangements would continue. And to make matters worse, what I said wasn’t the whole truth. As soon as I got to my room and carefully shut the door behind me, I opened a small pouch I had brought from my apartment and found exactly what I was looking for.

A pink rubber dildo.

Yes, I had to do it. I had no idea what was happening to me, but it was already beyond my threshold of composure.

However, the biggest surprise came when I lay down on the bed with my pants pulled down, reaching for the tube of lube. Instead, I felt a strange wetness on my buttocks. I slipped my finger there and, to my shock, discovered a clear, colorless substance with a faint sweetish smell—definitely nothing that had ever come from my ass before.

After all, I was a beta, and in this respect, we were no different from alphas… And yet, something strange had happened here.

Did I produce slick—like an omega?

FINN

Liam seemed really restless and agitated throughout the entire second half of the day. First, there was his adorable display of jealousy, and afterward, he stayed uneasy and almost feverish for the rest of our walk. I wasn’t surprised when he wanted to go to his room. Honestly, I thought he was going to explode.

That evening, I sat out in the garden on a rattan lounge chair. After hesitating a bit, I grabbed a bottle of wine from the cabinet. I wasn’t a big fan of alcohol, but I felt this weird tension and excitement building in me, and I wasn’t sure what to do with all that pent-up energy. A little bit of alcohol to relax might help. The wine was a ‘thank you’ gift I'd received from a colleague for helping him with his dissertation.

I uncorked the bottle and poured myself a glass. Slowly sipping it, my thoughts drifted to Liam. His flushed cheeks, that uneasy look in his eyes—what was going on with him? Was he actually sick, or was something else up?

After a few glasses, I started to feel that pleasant buzz in my head. The weather was nice but pretty windy. At one point, I saw a small, light plastic bag caught in the wind. I watched it float over the fence and brush against the wall of the house. The wind carried it higher until it got stuck on the edge of the roof near Liam’s window, snagging on the gutter.

The wind kept rustling the bag incessantly, making an annoying sound, and after a while, it started to bother me. It didn’t look like the bag was going anywhere soon. I sighed, realizing I wouldn’t be able to relax out there with it flapping above my head the whole time.

Finally, I gave in, walked around the house, and got to the north side, where a narrow path, just about three feet wide, ran between the wall and the fence. There was a thin metal ladder attached to the side of the building, which I used to climb up onto the roof.

The roof was flat, so not very dangerous, but once I got up there, I realized I’d have to walk past the skylight window that looked into Liam’s room. I could sneak by sideways so Liam wouldn’t see me passing by, but still, I didn’t feel great about it. If he noticed me, he might think I was spying on him.

I tiptoed along carefully, barefoot, until I was right by the window. I felt a huge temptation to take a quick glance—just for a second—to see if maybe Liam was sleeping. I hesitated for a long moment, feeling guilty as his host, but the urge only grew. I had already passed the skylight and tucked the bag into my pocket, but on the way back, that impulse to peek was almost overwhelming.

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