Page 53 of His Pretty Omega
I had to admit, it did feel good. This was my first ever pedicure, but Seth had begged me to get one with him.
Okay, he might have double dog dared me to get one more than actually begged, but same diff.
It had been fun watching him pick his nail color. He took his time, and when I asked him what color he was thinking about, he shook his head and told me it depended on his mood. So I had waited, idly picking colors I liked and thought would look good on him, only to have him shake his head at my choices.
“When the fuck have you ever even seen me wear brown, Alex?” he had asked, after one choice of what I thought was an appealing tan color.
“It’s nice.” Putting the bottle back, I had started to pick up a bottle of yellowish gold, but quickly moved my hand away when I saw the disgust on Seth’s face. Finally, he had chosen two different shades of blue. One a dark cobalt, the other a bright pastel. The dark shade was now painted on his fingernails, while the lighter shade would soon be on his toes.
“Honey, you’re gonna need more than that buffer to get his heels in shape,” Seth told the pedicurist, taking a sip from his bottle of water. “Those things are rough.”
“Hey!” I tried to defend my poor feet but had no argument. I mean, they were feet, and I didn’t really think much about them. However, I had to say this pedicure felt wonderful, and I might be talked into doing this again.
The pedicurist nodded in agreement, and a look of solidarity passed between them.
“I’ve had worse,” she assured me with a gentle smile, scrubbing harder.
“See!” I crowed, shooting Seth a smirk. “She’s had worse.”
“Doubtful,” he smirked, and when I glanced at my pedicurist, she was smirking too. “She just wants to make sure you tip her.”
We fell into silence then, and I watched in fascination as Seth’s toes were painted quickly and expertly. The blue looked stunning on him, and I had to shift in my seat as my cock started to harden. I had never paid any attention to any omega’s toes before, painted or otherwise, but every single thing about Seth did it for me.
“How do they look?” he questioned softly, trying to stretch his leg so he could see his toes over his belly.
“Beautiful,” I assured him, leaning over and planting a kiss on his lips. “Just like you.”
He blinked, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “Thank you for this, Alex. Truly. No one has ever done anything like this for me before. It’s a bit…overwhelming,” he admitted.
“Too much?”
My first priority was to keep my mate comfortable. I didn’t want Seth feeling stressed by anything, that included the things I had planned for him. “You can tell me anytime you are feeling overwhelmed. We can go to the room and do nothing. This weekend is about you, your needs. All your needs. I want you to be able to tell me when things are too much for you. Just like with the move, we’ll figure out what you need.”
He nibbled on his lower lip, and I gently stroked over the tender skin with my thumb. “You won’t be mad?”
“Was I mad when you hadn’t packed anything?” I questioned softly.
He swallowed hard, looking away from me. I would need to tip our pedicurist extra, as they were suddenly very focused on our feet and doing a skilled impression of ignoring our conversation.
“No, but you planned this wonderful weekend, and I don’t want you to think I’m not grateful. Because I am. I’ve just never had anyone treat me like you treat me, Alex, and I honestly don’t know what to do with…with…” he waved a hand in the air, at a loss to explain his feelings.
“With the emotions it makes you feel?” I supplied quietly.
He blew out a breath, turning back to look at me.
“Yeah. Usually when things are too much, I shut down. Or I go the opposite and I’m just way too much for people. Too loud, too over-the-top, just too…everything. But I don’t want to do that with you. Besides Bennett, you’re the first person I don’t feel like I need to put on a mask for. I don’t have to be someone I’m not. And I don’t know what to do with any of it.”
Shrugging, I leaned back in my chair and watched as my feet were towel dried. Since I hadn’t wanted any polish, she was pretty much done with me. Seth was too; we were just waiting for his toes to dry.
Thankfully, this meant our pedicurists were cleaning up as much as they could until we left the chairs, and were ignoring us.
“Then don’t do anything with it. Just feel what you’re feeling. Talk to me; tell me if I’m being too pushy, or there’s something you don’t like or want. But please don’t ever try to make yourself smaller for me, or less than you are. I love everything about you, Seth, just the way you are.”
“You…love me?” He sounded so unsure, so unlike himself, that it nearly broke my heart. The only other time I had heard him sound like this had been at dinner when I had met his family.
There was panic in his shining blue eyes, and I knew he wasn’t ready to hear those words from my lips yet. Not in the capacity I wanted to shout them to the world. So, I quickly pivoted.
“I love your color, your sass, the way you know exactly who you are, and you aren’t ashamed of it. I love the way you dress, and the way you tell everyone exactly what you think about anything. I even love your bratty side. I never want you to think that you need to change for me, or anyone. And I want you to know that you can tell me anything and we’ll talk it out. If you’re feeling overwhelmed, or stressed, or happy or sad, or mad. Whatever it is, I want to be your person. The person that will always be there, your rock to lean on. I know all of this–us, the baby, the move–it’s been fast, but I’m all in, Seth.”
