Page 139 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
ChapterThirty-Eight
WHITNEY
I’m in the middle of showering when I hear shouting. Rinsing the conditioner from my hair, I listen to see if I can make out the words but the water is too loud. I finish up and shut off the shower, wrapping a towel around myself and tip-toeing to the door.
“It’s her decision. You shouldn’t be touching any of it.” Avi sounds pissed.
“Dude, I heard you the first time, okay? She’s going to like this, trust me.” Asher scoffs from somewhere farther away.
“Whatever, it’s your funeral when she sees how you messed up her nest.”
My ears perk up at the word and a soft growl builds in my chest. I rip the door open and storm into the hallway. Avi glances at me and pulls an I’m really sorry face. I narrow my eyes and march past him and straight into his room where I had all of my stuff. Key word: my stuff. Not Asher’s. Well, technically a blanket or two belongs to him but that’s beside the point. This is my nest.
Asher is standing barefoot on Avi’s bed, hanging a string of lights around the border of the ceiling. The bright overhead light was traded out for a dim bulb that casts a comforting orangish glow. There’s three diffusers running, filling the air with a blend of myrrh, sandalwood, and musk. My blankets bed is still on the floor, but now there’s a mattress under it and a stack of a dozen towels at the side of Avi’s dresser.
“Asher,” I say when I finally snap out of my surprise. “What are you doing?”
“I’m.” He pauses to hook the string of lights to the final wall hook. “Fixing your nest.”
“What was wrong with my nest?” I growl the question, clenching my fists at my side.
Hopping off the bed, Asher stands in front of me. “Nothing.” He sticks his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “I wanted to help. You didn’t get very much, and you deserve more than a few blankets on the floor.”
I want to be mad. Really, I do. I’m annoyed, sure, but the changes actually make the place more cozy.
“You should have asked.” I shake my head. “You can’t go around changing my nest without permission. It pisses me off.”
“Shit. You’re right. I’m sorry, babe. Do you like it? I’ll take it all down if you don’t.” He moves to grab a diffuser.
“Don’t you dare.” I adjust the towel, securing it with my hand.
He flinches at the hardness of my tone, but a smile cuts across his handsome face. “You like it?”
“Yes, I like it. Punk.”
“I knew she’d love it,” he tells Avi who is still standing in the hall. “Before you had a nest… but this”—spreading his arms, he does a spin—“this is a mother fucking nest. A fuck nest.”
“A boink bunker.” Hayden appears at my side.
I startle and step away, glaring at him.
“Sorry.” He gives me a sheepish grin.
“It’s fine.”
“A rut hut.”
I growl at Avi the same time Asher and Avi burst out laughing.
“Never mind. That was a dumb one,” Avi says, fighting a smile.
These men. I swear. I don’t know why I agreed to be their omega. Okay, that’s a lie. I really like them, and I can’t wait to have their mate marks on my skin.
“No, dude. A fuck nest for the fuck fest.” Asher pulls out his phone, furiously typing.
“So help me if you are texting your mother about the nest.” I don’t finish the threat.
“Dammit,” he mutters to himself.
