I Must Have Been High

(ARLO)

Feeling Miles's muscular chest behind my back and his thighs spread against mine irritably turns me on. Having his arms around me and his palms spread on my tummy makes me feel weirdly needy. Weak even, and I fucking hate it. I don't understand these feelings. I don't give a flying fuck about Miles. Why would I? Because we had sex? Please. That means nothing. That was short-lived.

Despite this uncomfortable unsettling attraction, I have to admit that something is going on between me and Miles. My attraction to him is not my conscious choice. It was purely my instincts drawing me to him. I've never been in touch with that part of myself, unlike other omegas. Me craving Miles is very unnatural.

But I still accepted his knot and bite last night.

I must have been crazy.