Page 51 of His Snowbound Omega

He blamed the fact that he felt weepy and abandoned on the lingering hormones from his heat.

When he made it to the main floor and there weren’t any roses left on the dining room table, he frowned. Before he knew it, he was searching for them, checking every available surface in the general vicinity before moving onto the kitchen.

The sigh of relief that came out of him when he found them on the kitchen counter was absolutely pathetic, but acknowledging that shortcoming didn’t keep him from immediately going to them.

He was rummaging through the blooms, desperately searching for the card, when someone cleared their throat behind him.

Gasping, Thorn spun on his heels, eyes going wide when he saw the alpha standing in the entranceway, a paper bag in one hand, and a tray with takeout coffees in the other.

“Looking for something?” Baal’s expression was filled with mirth, and he openly chuckled when Thorn scowled. “If you confess, maybe I’ll tell you where you can find it.”

“There’s still a card?”

“Why wouldn’t there be?”

“Because you’re here.” He tipped his head and watched as the alpha brought the food to the counter. “Why are you here, by the way? Isn’t it sort of your thing to disappear once the sun is out?”

“Fairly certain I fucked you against that window over there,” he pointed his thumb over his shoulder toward the large floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city, “in broad daylight yesterday afternoon.”

Well shit.

Thorn grabbed the paper bag. “What’s this?”

“Breakfast.” Baal waited for him to open it and pull out one of the egg and cheese sandwiches before propping his elbows on the end of the counter. “Omega.”

“What?” He tore the wrapping off half the sandwich and took a hearty bite, not fooling either of them, but unable to drop the act anyway. Old habits were hard to shake, and this was what he was used to, hiding in plain sight. Keeping his composure even if on the inside he was breaking down.

“Kiss me.”

“Huh?” That had not been what he’d expected. Thorn blinked at him.

Baal captured his wrist, pulling the sandwich away from his face, and tugged him closer to his side. “You want your card? Kiss me.”

“Who said I wanted it?”

“Sweetheart.”

He blew out a breath. “Fine.”

Thorn shifted onto his toes and was about to brush his lips over Baal’s cheek when the alpha turned and caught his bottom lip between his teeth. He moaned, food forgotten as he got a taste of the alpha. He wasn’t releasing pheromones, and yet Thorn caught a whiff of that gingerbread scent and stepped in closer.

Only for the alpha to break the connection.

“Here.” Baal held a small white card in front of Thorn’s face, grinning at him.

Bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

Taking it, he shoved it into the back pocket of his pants and then chomped down on the sandwich with more ferocity than necessary.

“Admit it,” Baal said a moment later, once they were both halfway through eating and had taken a few sips of their coffee. “You’re glad I’m here this time.”

That gave him the impression that the alpha had vanished on him on purpose all those other occasions, but Thorn was too mentally drained to call him out on it. What good would that do him anyway? It wasn’t like he hadn’t been aware of what type of guy Baal was when they’d started this.

Didn’t mean he had to stroke the alpha’s ego by telling him his manipulation was working.

Even if it was.

Because Thornwashappy he was here.