I expect a scowl, a grimace, or a flared nostril. What I do not, however, expect is his leaning forward to...to sniff me. He moves so fast, I can barely follow, and before I can stop him, his nose is buried in my neck. "You're an Omega, and your wolf is barely there." His voice is a deep rumble against my skin, heating it up with his minty breath. "That must be why you cannot yet tell."
The basket falls from where I have wedged it as close as possible to my left hip. I bring my hands to push him off, but he catches my fists easily, pressing his nose against my ear. "You smell good, stranger. Will you tell me your name?"
Surreal. It's f*****g surreal that this is happening. Even worse is the heat making my legs immobile and my stomach cramp tightly. It's the rush that fills my veins like
