Page 140 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“What is it?” I walk over and peek at his phone. “Urban Dictionary? Seriously?”
“I thought I’d coin the phrase but it turns out someone already did that in 2011. Assholes.”
Hayden snickers. “Remember when he got in an argument with Uriel in middle school because they both swore they invented the word chillaxin?”
“Yeah and it turns out they’d both heard it in a song.” Avi joins us in the bedroom and rolls his eyes. “They were both so pissed at each other, but turns out they stole the phrase from someone else.”
“Can you really steal that phrase?” I ask, sitting on the now soft bed. I spread the towel over my lap and press my legs together. They’ve all seen me naked, but I’m not comfortable flashing the vag around. “Whose mattress is this?”
“I guess it’s only stealing if you insist you made it up but you really didn’t and that’s Asher’s bed.” Hayden joins me and nudges me. “So you have to decide. Do you want to call it a fuck nest or a boink bunker.”
“Oh my god. No. Neither. Where’s Trev?”
“Why? Going to sic grumpy butt on us?”
“Maybe,” I grumble. “Why can’t we just call it a nest?”
Trev stops outside Avi’s door, eyeing all of us. He has a bag from a department store in his hand. “Wow. This is nice.”
I glare at Asher. “Someone helped themselves to my nest.”
“Fuck nest,” he whispers.
“For the last time, we’re not calling it a fucking fuck nest.”
“I know we’re not calling it a fucking fuck nest, that’s redundant, but fuck nest—”
“Stop teasing her.” Trev cuts Asher off. “I have a present.”
“Oh, see. An alpha who knows how to give gifts.” Asher pouts, and I feel a little bad for guilt tripping him. I smile and give him a quick kiss. “Thank you for the renovated nest. I love it.”
“You’re welcome. I promise to ask next time. I only got excited.” He beams at me, so proud of his handy work.
“Whit,” Trev says. “Come here.”
“Another vibrator?” I ask, leaving Asher’s side.
“Another one?” I hear him ask Hayden and Avi. I don’t stick around to hear the answer.
Trev opens his door and tugs me into his bedroom, tossing the bag on the bed and slowly pushing me against the wall. He’s so gentle about it that I don’t panic. His lips trace over mine in the barest of touches, and I grab his shirt, smashing my mouth to his. Laughing, he deepens the kiss for a moment then breaks away.
“Go look at your present.”
He’s lucky I’m excited to see what he got. I rush to the bed, taking out the tissue and the prettiest dress I’ve ever seen. The fabric is soft and the top is pink with a navy blue empire waist skirt.
“This is gorgeous.” I glance at him. “I don’t have anywhere to wear it.”
“You will. I’m sorry we can’t go out now, and I’m sorry it’s not a nicer brand.”
I balk. “This is nice.”
It may not be an eight-hundred dollar dress, but it’s a hell of a lot nicer than my thrift store finds. My heat is so close and my emotions are so overwhelming. I’m fighting tears of joy right now. I turn away from him and blink to clear them.
“I love it.”
“Put it on?”
I look at him over my shoulder. His eyes are hooded, and he leans his back against the wall, patiently waiting for me to drop the towel.
