Page 14 of Surprise Mother Pucker

Asking her if she was here alone would be creepy, so I quickly forgot about that, even though I was curious.

Saying she smelled nice? Also creepy.

Everything that was springing to mind was borderline stalkerish, and she was going to run, screaming, if I opened my stupid mouth.

“Thank you.” She beamed at me as she righted herself, then made sure her phone was charging. “I need to be reachable, but I wanted to make the most of my studying time.”

“There is something peaceful about working so late at night.” My voice was calm, but my palms were sweating, and I was doing my best to remain calm.

“There is, isn’t there?” She smiled back easily, glancing down at my textbooks. “Though I doubt that is ever easy.”

“What are you studying?” I asked.

“Psychology and criminology,” she said.

That wasn’t what I’d expected, but it was impressive. Just another intriguing thing about this omega.

I winced. “Ahh, the opposite of me, then. I’m all numbers, and psychology is all…”

“Not numbers?” She giggled. “I have to agree with you there. What, exactly, is all this?” she asked, gesturing to my notes.

“Advanced statistics.”

She winced, but the smile never left her face. “Ouch, that sounds hard. I had to take one small statistics class in undergrad and hated it.”

“It’s no cakewalk, but I may just survive it,” I said, cocking my head to the side. Now that she’d started it, the conversation was easy.

“You’re braver than I.”

I grimaced playfully. “I’m not so sure. You’re the one learning about criminals and psychopaths.”

The omega leaned in, a conspiring grin spreading across her face. “What makes you so sure I’m not the criminal or psychopath?” she asked, biting her lip, doing a terrible job at keeping a straight face.

“Well, I doubt any man would hate being cornered by someone so pretty in a dark alley in the middle of the night,” I replied.

Her eyes widened as a laugh escaped her chest. A rush of pride hit me at the realization that I’d made her laugh. It was a beautiful sound, and I wanted to hear it again.

“I’m Kennedy. I’m sorry to disturb you, but thank you for letting me use your outlet.”

“I’m Eli, and it’s no disturbance at all. In fact, it’s a nice distraction.”

I wanted to know everything about her. There was something that drew me in and had my alpha in a choke hold. How could I see more of her?

My pack mates and I dated, sometimes together, sometimes individually. We had discussed finding an omega one day for the entire pack, but we hadn’t given it any serious thought in a while.

Kennedy returned to her desk, picking up her pen and going back to copying down notes. She was lost back into her studies quickly, and I took a moment to watch her. The paper cup of coffee in front of her was empty.

There was a coffee shop on the bottom floor of the library, and I could see her order scrawled on the side of the cup.

Vanilla latte.

Her hair was coming loose from its bun, and tendrils fell around her face. What did her hair look like when it was down? Was it long? Part of me yearned to know.

Pushing my chair back, I quietly got up, leaving all my books and belongings at the table. Students did that all the time when they needed snacks or a bathroom break. There was CCTV everywhere, and people generally respected each other’s belongings.

Jogging down the stairs, I pulled my cell phone out, checking my messages. Nothing new. Should I tell my pack mates about Kennedy? She seemed so sweet, and I wanted to keep talking with her.

Out of our pack, I was the least outgoing. I wasn’t exactly shy, but I was in a pack with two highly confident alphas and a complete manwhore. It seemed like no girl could say no to Storm. He was definitely aquantity over qualityguy when it came to his partners, but we all agreed that, while in college, we could have our fun before settling down and courting an omega properly.

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