Page 65 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

He pinches the bridge of his nose as if he’s getting a headache. “You don’t want to tell me what had you bursting in here and running around like a crazy person but you want… toexperiment.”

“With you.”

He places his other hand on my other knee. I bet he has no idea of the effect he has on me. “Yeah? Tell me more.”

I consider not telling him, just acting out my idea, but he’s likely to punch my lights out simply out of shock. Please note, I still don’t know if Zayne feels any attraction to me whatsoever. Or even to guys.

This could be bad.

“I want to check if I like kissing betas and omegas only because I feel protective of them,” I say quickly.

The look he throws me, it really makes me feel young. “That so?”

I smirk at him. “But I don’t feel protective of you.”

He chuckles. “Good. Can’t see why you would.”

“So I want to try.”

“You want to kiss me?”

“I know. Bad idea.”

“Never said that,” Zayne says. “Maybe I want to try it, too.”

My mouth is hanging open. “The fuck, man. For real?”

His dark gaze meets mine with a hint of amusement. “You’re not a kid anymore.”

“You can say that again.”

“Nah, I’d rather see what you wanna do.” His voice has dropped, deepened, a rough edge to it. I feel it in my fucking bones. “See where it takes us.”

“Where it takes us? What do you?—?”

He grabs my face, his hands hard on my jaw, and pulls me down so he can kiss me. I hadn’t planned on letting him take the initiative, but with Zayne, I should’ve seen it coming. In every pack, in every neighborhood, in every classroom, there’s going to be an alpha prime, an alpha leader. A top alpha. Everything in life is a cline, and Zayne is at the top of it.

I shouldn’t respond to all that testosterone and aggressivity. To the strength and controlled violence, the taste of salt and burning spice of his mouth.

I fucking shouldn’t, but there we go.

This time I know I have no excuses, no instincts to blame. It’s not protectiveness that makes my dick go hard and my heart thump.

I always feared that my body would control me, the pheromones and shapes of omegas would trap me—like my father said, why he beat me and my brother all the time, why I’m not good enough for a pack, for anyone—but this isn’t instinct.

Right?

Last question is… Would I feel this way with anyone? Any random stranger? Any handsome or pretty person? Is my body wired to get hard and excited at the flip of a coin?

Only one way to find out.

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GIGI

So… I’m back on track. Look at me going. I can do this.

Keep away from the boys, these four men I’m so attracted to.

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