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It’s late. What does he want?

He walks in, and I know instantly he’s drunk.

He reeks of beer and his eyes are hazy.

"You drank?"

He comes up to the bed and drops onto it beside me without the slightest shame.

"I drank. For courage."

I curse silently. This isn’t going to end well… I can feel it.

He closes his eyes halfway and rolls onto his back.

"But… do you have to lie in my bed? You’ll mess it up!"

He bursts out laughing, that typical drunk laugh.

"It’s not that stage yet. Right now I just have the spins and I’m chilling! And that’s what I need!"

"For fuck’s sake, get out of here, Dereck, I don’t need your cringe bullshit in my room," I try to snap, but he ignores me.

"I’ve been holding this in forever. I’m finally gonna say it, I have to!"

I clench my jaw. Damn it, it’s gonna get awkward if he starts something romantic…

"It’s been a few years since you two broke up, right? You and Bay. And you’re still alone. Don’t you miss… you know. Sex."

I try to slide off the bed, I’m not planning on sharing it with him, but before I manage to put my feet on the floor, he suddenly grabs my hand. A nasty shiver shoots through me, not as sharp as when Oswald grabbed me, but still unpleasant, irritating.

I force myself to stop pulling away.

"What do you want, Dereck? You’re drunk and you’re about to create some weird shit between us if you keep going, just stop."

"You know," he says suddenly, his thumb brushing over my hand.

"Sometimes I imagined you two having sex. He’s so big and you’re so small. Did that even fit?"

Unbelievable, did he just ask me that?

"For fuck’s sake, you’re sick! You got wasted and now you’re acting like a creep!"

"You’re really pretty, you know? Such sweet lips… They always tell betas never to date someone who used to fuck an alpha, because he’ll laugh at your dick, but I think since you’re so tiny maybe you look at it differently? Maybe you would even prefer it."

I tear my hand out of his grip, growling with a low omega AO warning sound, but his stupid beta ears probably don’t even recognize it.

"Get the fuck out right now! Sober up, and if you don’t sober up, get out of my house!" Now I’m beyond pissed.

Something in my expression must get through to him, because he sits up and tries to smile, trying to defuse the situation with some innocent face and goofy hand gestures, but it does nothing to cool my rage, I’m literally burning.

"Gosh, Alex! What’s gotten into you? We’re both single, I don’t get why we can’t even talk about sex. I really like you, you know…"

"Get out."

Silence. His drunken, unfocused eyes travel over my face.

"You can’t stay a monk, Alex. You have the right to live, to move on. There’s no going back to Bay, you get that?"