Forrest reaches over, grabbing my phone and handing it to me. I turn off the alarm, but don’t untangle myself from either of them.
“Wells isn’t much of a morning person. Would you like me to take you to your room and we can order in breakfast before your meet and greet?”
I think that might be the longest sentence he’s said to me.
“I’d love that,” I say, not wanting to slip out of here and do some sort of walk of shame back to my room.
There was nothing shameful about last night, not even a little. I told them I needed Forrest’s scent to feel better, and they provided it, no strings attached. Forrest squeezes my thigh, and I perfume on the spot, which has him smiling even wider at me.
“You have a very nice smile,” I tell him, which has this big Alpha’s cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink.
“Thank you.”
He squeezes my thigh again, and that’s when I realize he’s doing it so that I’ll untangle myself from him so he can get up.
“Oh.” I clear my throat, moving my leg and lifting my head so he can get up.
He heads to the bathroom as I lie there for a bit longer, Wells’ grip around my waist tightening.
Forrest comes back, with freshly brushed teeth as he grabs a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, putting them on effortlessly.
“Ready?” he asks, and I nod.
Wells mumbles something and doesn’t easily let me go, but eventually I get his hand pried away from my waist. I have to slightly yank Forrest’s jacket from under his body, but I eventually do.
It’s mine now. If Forrest minds, he doesn’t say anything as I slip on my sandals and we make our way back to the suite.
Luckily, it seems early enough that not too many people are milling about. I wonder if a lot of Alphas and Betas were outpartying and using their drink packages, just like the Alpha I ran into last night clearly was.
Forrest doesn’t hold my hand or touch me as we get to the elevator, and I can’t quite decipher how I feel about that. I just spent all night snuggled up next to him, it wouldn’t hurt to hold my hand or show some physical affection.
I’m really going to need to figure this whole needy Omega thing out.
When we get to my floor, we both scan in with security and head to my suite. Forrest sits on the couch and pulls out his phone.
“Looks like we need to order through your app for it to be delivered here,” he says, and I hand him my phone. I haven’t used that function yet. As much as I’ve scoured everything online so I wouldn’t be surprised, the app is unfortunately not easy for me to use. “Anything in particular you want?”
My stomach actually feels pretty good. “Some pancakes or french toast?” I ask.
“And some fruit, and yogurt, maybe?” he asks and I roll my eyes with a smile as I head into the main bedroom to get changed.
It’s just a meet and greet with other Omegas, so there’s no pressure. It doesn’t hurt that Forrest has seen me in these pajamas either. I go with a simple summer dress with royal blue flowers on it. I redo my hair so that it’s in a more tamed bun on my head and brush my teeth.
At this point makeup doesn’t seem necessary and I round the corner.
Forrest’s eyebrows are furrowed, and my phone sits on the coffee table.
“Everything alright?” I ask.
“Breakfast should be up soon. You got a message,” he says and I pick up my phone.
My heart sinks onto the floor as I read it.
Elliot
Seriously, Claire? A heat cruise. Have you lost your fucking mind?
It must take me longer than he expects to read, and he clears his throat, jostling me out of the haze of the message.