Matt's POV
I ran back through the kitchen entrance only to be stared at by at least a half dozen omegas. Every single one of them was giving me a dirty look.
I gave a small head nod before bolting up the stairs. I shouldn't care what they think and before now I didn't. Now, every little judgmental glare leaves behind a small prick in my chest. I hate the idea that they might think poorly of Charlie. More importantly, I hate what they would think of Charlie and I together.
I got to my bedroom and noticed the door was cracked. I thought I heard Charlie close it behind her. I guess it's possible that she didn't.
Nothing looked out of place. Well, it's kind of hard to tell with the mess I live in.
My room smelt like her. I wanted to tell her this morning that her scent kept changing to
