Page 37 of Knot My Band: Part One
Oli giggles. “You’re right, it’s not my shirt, Chase. Great observation skills.”
“You are such a brat.” Chase leans in to tickle her, and her laughter fills the entire bus.
Dax and Jack come back to see what’s going on back here.
Jack’s eyes flick between Oli and I. Suspicion is etched into the lines of his face.
Inside, I’m buzzing with a strange sense of possessiveness I’ve never felt before—the idea of Oli wrapped up in something of mine sends a thrill right down to my bones. And if my bandmates’ narrowed eyes and stiff postures are anything to go by, they wish it was them.
Dax turns around and leaves.
“Why is Oli wearing your shirt, Aiden?” Jack asks.
They’re being ridiculous, but jealousy does stupid things to the alpha mind. We are a pack and they should be glad if I’m making progress with her, but this was more innocent than that.
“Oli forgot her clothes and needed my shirt, which I was happy to provide,” I tell them, only sounding slightly smugabout it.
Chase and Jack scan Oli from head to toe.
“Well, it looks like you need even more clothes.” Chase pulls away from Oli and goes to his drawers. He comes back with a pair of boxers, which he holds open at her feet.
Oli stares at Chase with wide eyes.
“Come on, beautiful omega, put my clothes on, too,” Chase begs.
She carefully steps into the holes before Chase pulls them up her legs. His smile is satisfied as he wraps his arm around her.
Jack looks at both of us before pulling a pair of socks off his bunk. I know they’re his secret obsession that he thinks we don’t know about. They’re blue, soft, and fuzzier than any other sock I know.
He puts them on Oli’s feet with a satisfied smile.
“These are yours, Jack?” Oli wiggles her toes and smiles.
Again, Jack glares at Chase and me before reluctantly answering, “Yes, but they look better on you. Omegas like soft things, right? Now you’ll be comfortable.”
We all ignore the fact that she already has clothes she likes and picked out herself. She’s covered in our scent right now, and satisfaction is thrumming through the bond.
Except Dax, who is pretending to be indifferent, but his jealousy is leaking through.
“Thank you,” Oli says, taking a second to look all of us in the eye.
If we are courting this omega, then we need to step up our game and get her more gifts. Ones that don’t come from our drawers.
Oli laughs nervously. “Shouldn’t one of you get in theshower?”
“I’ll go,” I say.
I zip through the shower, and Jack hops in after me.
Oli sits on the couch alone with her legs tucked under her, so I join her.
“You’re not going to bed?” I ask her.
She shakes her head. “I’m too pumped up from the show.”
“Me too. I was thinking…” I trail off and clear my throat.
“What, Aiden?” she asks softly and touches my hand.
