Page 48 of Game Over

Like I was doing much of anything else at this point, but the sentiment was cute.

“We should make one for Jesse too, so he doesn’t feel left out.”

“Great idea, babygirl,” Charlie said, grabbing a third tray. “Color?”

“Orange for Jess, for sure.”

“Bit of a clash, don’t you think? Orange and purple?”

“Nah, depends on the shade. Besides, you can be our middle point. Blue, right?”

“Am I really that obvious?”

“Maybe a teeny, tiny bit basic.” I said, holding my fingers only a breadth apart to show him. “Let’s reframe that as dependable. It’s way more flattering.”

He chuckled, rolling his eyes as he selected elements for his case.

I picked out a little black cat charm for Inky, looking around for a moth—though I was more likely to find a butterfly, and I was okay with that, when Charlie held up a little glittering cherry charm.

“For you?”

I smiled, reaching for it. “Perfect! Do you think there is a lemon and a blueberry too?”

Our fingers brushed as I took the charm from him, and the tips of Charlie’s ears went pink. His eyes dipped to my lips, thoughts clearly deviating from the very important task at hand of completing our little pack in small glittery fruits for our phone cases.

“If you want to kiss me you’re allowed, you know,” I said softly, leaning into his personal space.

The faintest hint of a purr left him as his hand closed around mine, bending a little to press his lips against mine in a soft kiss. “Sorry, I, uh—I don’t date much.” he admitted awkwardly.

I stole another quick peck to his lips before pulling away with a shrug. “Me either, really. No time with work. Besides, you’re doing fine.”

“You have a whole ass boyfriend…”

Charlie turned away to hide his blush, carefully picking out some more charms while I hunted through the rest of the fruit. I found the lemon slice easily, but a blueberry continued to elude me when he spoke again, voicing the question I’d been dreading.

“You’re a streamer like Jesse, right?”

I cleared my throat awkwardly.

What if Charlie alpha’d out and told me I couldn’t cam anymore?

I knew he was rich, but the idea of being some kept woman kind of gave me the heebie jeebies.

“Kinda?” I said, met with a curious hum from Charlie to keep going. “I’m on Streamverse, yeah… But I make most of my money on SLCK’d.”

“SLCK’d?” he asked, not turning to look at me as he debated between little skulls or bubbles. “What’s that?”

Heat crept up the back of my neck. It wasn’t that I was embarrassed about what I did—I fucking loved my job. But, uh, explaining an adult camming website on our first date?

Brutal.

“It’s a, uh, adult streaming website for people who are interested in omegas,” I said, as delicately as possible. “Like Streamverse but porn, sort of.”

Charlie nodded, cutting me a look that was a mix of surprise and interest. “Like fully naked?”

“Uh, yeah. The whole nine really. I’m a solo streamer so I don’t like, do anything with a partner or whatever. Well, Imean… I might kind of soon. My whale—the guy who pays like all my bills—asked me to fuck Jesse on stream.”

“What did Jesse say?”

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