“You’re having a hard time with everyone gone?”
He scrubs his face and nods. I leave it at that. When he wants to talk, he will. I’m not an amazing cook, but I can cook. It’s not my favorite hobby, but my mom would probably keel over if she raised a daughter who couldn’t make grilled cheese.
“Tomato soup?” I ask him and he groans.
“That sounds amazing.”
It’s nothing fancy, but I pop the soup in the microwave as I construct the sandwiches and wait for the griddle to heat. Cameron watches me with soft eyes.
“Did you bring your computer to do work from?” I ask him, part of me wondering if just being here is enough, and he doesn’t plan on really spending time together. I would understand, but I would be let down.
“I did. I was hoping maybe I could work here tomorrow,” he says and I smile at him. It must be infectious because he smiles back.
“Of course, I was planning on working from home tomorrow as well. So we can make a day of it.”
I swear I see his cheeks flush, but he turns and I return to making the sandwiches. Once they are done, I put the food in front of him and it gives me a sense of purpose. I should cook for Emmett and Kelsey more often.
Cameron bites into the sandwich and hums his approval. “This is so good, thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’ve got to say, I’m really happy you’re here. We haven’t had much time to get to know each other.”
“I am too. Just give Dom some time. I promise he will come around.” I nod my head, making sure that I don’t say anything offensive about his Alpha.
We enjoy the rest of our meal in companionable silence, just the sound of eating and glasses clinking against the counter.
“Would you like to watch a movie?”
“Sure,” he says as he collects the plates and puts them in the sink. I don’t touch him, letting him come around at his own pace as we walk down the hall to the theater room.
“What would you like to watch?” I ask.
“Something light,” he says, and I’m thankful he doesn’t want to watch a thriller or something scary.
I put on some cooking show and we watch and laugh as the main chef yells at the contestants.
“You know Emmett arranged this, right?” he says.
I laugh and nod my head. “Yes, he has a tendency to do those types of things.”
“He’s special,” he says lightly.
“He is,” I agree and nod my head.
“And so is Kelsey,” he adds, looking at me with a guarded gaze.
“She is really special.”
“I don’t understand how I compare,” he says plainly. I blink at him a few times.
“No one is comparing you.”
“I do, a lot. Kelsey is so bubbly and happy. Just being around her makes you feel lighter. Being around me is like suffocating in a room,” he says and I grab his chin.
“You will not talk about yourself like that. And you will not compare yourself to Kelsey. I can understand the dynamic of two Omegas must be complicated. The urge to be the center of the pack is strong. I understand that, but you’re not going to put yourself down. Jealousy can break something before it’s even built. Don’t fracture something that you haven’t even had the chance to cultivate.”
“Fuck,” he groans, tugging at a strand of his kinky curls before pushing his back against the couch.
“I don’t want to feel like this anymore. It’s confusing as fuck.”