“You’re not. If anything, we were. By being so damn hesitant to cross a line, we created drama that none of us expected. No more,” he said before taking my hand and turning to his menu.
Beckham was on my other side, a hand resting on my thigh. Their hands met under the table, and they rested there together, staking a claim. A surge of lust went through me and I could scent it in the air. Graham chuckled, but that was his only acknowledgment of it.
Tuning back into the table, I winced at the tension between Ellis and everyone else. I almost felt bad, but he’d done this to himself, drawing a firm line in the sand that everyone but him had crossed.
“Can we get together and talk tomorrow?” Ellis asked me. Everyone fell silent, eyes darting back and forth between us.
“Sure,” I agreed, keeping my tone light and even. He was saved from any further awkwardness when the waitress came back to get our dinner orders.
Now that the tension was over, dinner continued on with lighter conversations and the guys getting to know my brother a bit better. He’d been friends with Ellis for a long time, but they’d never sat down like this, with him and the entire group. Seeing my brother with my potential pack was soothing. Not all packs cared about an omega’s past, and I was grateful they recognized how important he was to me, or it would have been a deal breaker.
The prospect of tomorrow’s conversation played in the back of my mind, and I resolved to keep a small sliver of myself tethered, not giving in to any hope in case I was going to get rejected tomorrow. From the way Graham and Beck held on, and the looks I was getting from Miles, Tallon, and Wells, I had nothing to worry about, but it was hard to tell my anxious heart that.