it wasn’t as if blue didn’t T R U S T kade. quite the contrary, he was probably the man the omega trusted most in the world. a lifetime of history between them had prepared him for all of the alpha’s nuances and quirk before they’d even become entangled. still, now that they had, things felt different. it was something about knowing he’d shared every intimacy he could with a person that turned things on their head; made his insides turn and twist in unpleasantly giddy ways at the thought of getting the other alone again.
it wasn’t a date. or at least, they weren’t C A L L I N G it that. and he knew better than to assume that sharing a heat meant their connection was romantic -- but god. he could have sworn the other was asking for it. not in words, but in gestures and time spent hovered together. it had drawn him to a startling revelation at 4am the night prior; waking in a sweat from the kind of nightmares he thought he’d chased at nineteen, yearing for the other’s soft words and embrace. it was there, wrapped in sheets that could hardly compare to an alpha’s warmth, that blue realized he W A N T E D a romance of sorts. how disgusting.
and so the morning had risen rose-hued and anxious; butterflies in his stomach for every second between the moment and their meeting. none of it enough to win over his nature, though. “ you’re late. ” the words were sharp, but only playfully so. he hadn’t really been keeping time as he waited for kade to arrive on his doorstep. it was simply more fun to make him sweat.
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