Page 98 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“I won’t.” Not after tonight anyway.
It’s a little vain to think they’d cry over losing me, but it’s a nice thought. To be so wanted. I hate that I let myself fall into this situation. I know I have attachment issues. I know better than to let my guard down. I’m too messed up to be the omega this pack needs. They deserve better. That much I do know.
Trev drops my hand but searches my face, as if sensing something is off. I smile and take a drink of water. I point to the groceries. “I’ll make dinner.”
“Okay,” he says, furrowing his brow. “I am sorry.”
“I know. Me too.” I set the cup down and help put away the groceries, distracting him from worrying about me. Avi and Hayden come through the front door, faces red from their run. I grab two cups and fill them with water and hand them to the guys. They both gulp them down. Avi looks fine, but Hayden not so much.
“How was it?”
“I hate running,” Hayden mumbles, dropping the glass on the counter. “I need a shower.”
Avi slides his gaze toward his friend. “You’re out of shape.”
“I don’t see how that’s possible, I’m literally a shape.” I giggle, and Hayden winks at me. “Besides, I don’t have as much time to run as you do.” Hayden heads down the hall for his shower.
“That’s not an excuse. When’s the next fitness test?”
Trev gathers the bags and puts them in the cabinet beneath the sink. “A few months. You know that doesn’t really matter though, right?”
“It should,” Avi says. “How can you count on him to save lives if he bitches about running after the first mile?”
“When the time comes, he can handle himself. He may not have endurance, but he’s strong.”
“I don’t know,” I muse. “He seemed to do just fine last night.”
Asher snorts. “Sex is totally different.”
“When was the last time any of you had to run more than a mile to save someone?” I drum my fingers on the countertop. No one answers. “Right, so why does he need to be in better shape?”
“So I can enjoy my run without listening to him complain like a baby.” Avi refills his glass and nudges me with his elbow. “Maybe you’ll come with me next time.”
“Don’t count on it.” I may be restless, but I’m not that desperate for something to do. “I’ll stick with my yoga.”
“Speaking of… when are you starting?” Asher turns on the TV and stands, stretching his arms over his head. “I need to limber up.”
I want to ask why, but I think I know the reason. “Let me change and find a video.”
“I’ll get Melanie’s yoga mats.”
Normally I do it on the carpet since I could never afford a nice mat, but I won’t say no to proper equipment.
“Thanks.”
