Page 59 of Rhythm Of Our Souls
Honestly, yes. It’s been one of the best sleeps I’ve ever had. And I never sleep well after a concert. But having him there, holding me, his comforting presence was amazing.
I slowly nod, and he smiles. “Good.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “So, what does my Omega feel like eating?” he asks, stepping past me and towards the kitchen area.
I blink at Nate, but he’s just grinning like a fool. “I’m loving this,” he whispers to me. “I’m just gonna leave you two alone for a bit. You're okay watching over her? Liam would kill me if I left her unguarded,” Nate asks Brady.
“Of course.” Brady nods firmly. “I won’t let anything happen to her. She’s safe with me.” Oddly, I did feel safe with him. And that's rare because there’s only a handful of people in my life I feel safe around.
“Be good, Kitten. Play nice. Don’t scare off your Alpha.”
I glare at Nate, flipping him off.
Brady’s brows jump as he looks between the two of us.
“Good luck with this one. I meant it when I said it last night; she wasn’t always this bright, bubbly Omega. She’s got bite.”
Brady’s eyes darken as he looks me over. “I love a good bite.”
Fuck. Me.
“You’re going to be just fine,” Nate laughs as he leaves the bus.
“So, Sweetheart. You wanna tell me what would make that little Omega stomach happy?” he asks, crossing his arms as he leans against the counter.
I make my way over to the couch, lifting my feet up and pulling the blanket over me before cuddling into a ball, still half asleep.
“Bacon and eggs,” I murmur. “And coffee.”
He snorts a laugh. “I’m pretty sure your Beta said no coffee.”
“He sucks,” I grumble. “Don’t listen to him. I’m the boss.”
Brady shakes his head, grinning as he turns to open the fridge, grabbing what he needs. “How about I make you a cup of tea?”
I think for a moment. I do like tea. “Okay. Thanks.”
Closing my eyes, I listen to the sounds of him moving around the kitchen, his scent adding to the blanket of comfort I’m feeling right now.
I didn’t realize I drifted off back to sleep until I feel Brady brushing his fingers against my cheek. “Food’s ready.”
Blinking my eyes open, I groan as I sit up. The smell hits me, which has me groaning for a whole new reason. “Thanks,” my voice cracks.
“Not a morning person?” he asks, playfulness in his tone.
“No,” I sigh. “More like talk-to-me-only-after-noon kind of person.”
“Fair enough. Mornings suck.” He kisses the side of my head. “Eat.”
My eyes flick up to his, and I just watch him for a moment. How can this feel so right, so natural? I just met the man last night. I hardly know anything about him apart from his name, that he’s with Lulu, and he’s a part of an MC.
And sexy. So. Damn. Sexy.
“What?” he asks.
“You really aren’t an asshole.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Thanks. And no. I try not to be at least.” He gives me a soft smile that quickly falls away. “I was a jerk yesterday. I let the overwhelming situation get the better of me. But I won’t let it happen again.”
I nod, believing him, and dig into my food.
