The Rejected Omega and his Alpha

Chapter Fourteen - Date Night

I was lost in the bliss of post-orgasm, my body feeling like it was floating and dream-like. Derek kissed me on my forehead and mentioned something about making sure his family is all settled. I nodded absently, but if I was being honest with myself, he could've said the house was on fire and I still would've done the same thing. Yes, that's how good I felt.

Is this what being high feels like? No wonder people get lost trying to chase the high. It can get addictive.

Well, I could very well be exaggerating. It was my first time after all. I have no other experiences to compare it to. I wouldn't have it any other way though. The way I felt in the moment and the way I feel now is something I never want to forget.

My eyes were starting to cause a mutiny by trying to lower despite my best efforts to keep them open. At some point the mutiny seemed to be successful for one moment I'm trying to wait for Derek to come back to bed, and the next I'm waking up to the soft light of dawn shining through the windows. Derek's arm is wrapped around me, his snoring somewhat muted today. I look over my shoulder to find one of those breathe-right strips across his nose and my heart swells.

The fact that he is willing to do something like that for me is already making me teary-eyed, and it's not even eight in the morning! What a sweet gesture - too bad I've already gotten used to the snoring in the short time I've been with him. I've gotten so used to it in fact, that his snoring became a noise-machine of sorts for me. Not hearing it at this point is unsettling.

I reach out to rub my thumb across his peaceful face, only for him to start awake and blink bleary eyes all around him. When he noticed it was just me, he visibly relaxed, planting a kiss to my palm. He stretched, a cacophony of pops filling the air. He finished with a contented moan and reached for his glasses on the nightstand before looking back at me.

"Mornin' baby. What're you up to?"

"Nothing really, just making a fool of myself," I say with a laugh. He raises his eyebrow in question, so I elaborate for him – although I'd rather do anything but that. "I tried to caress your face while you slept so peacefully. It didn't really work out as you can see."

"Oh yeah, I can see that. I thought it was a bug on my face for a second. Good to know I wasn't completely wrong." I roll my eyes while he snorts at his own poor joke, but I ended up cracking a smile anyway.

Traitorous lips...

"What made you want to do that in the first place? Don't tell me it was all those romance books you read..." Oops, busted.

"Okay then, I won't." I search my mind for a way to change the subject, 'cause if we dwell on this any longer, I will never be able to live this down. "Why are you wearing that breathing strip? It's sweet of you to wear it for my benefit, but I've kinda grown fond of the snoring. He bites his bottom lip and looks away, his cheeks turning a faint pink.

"I uh, actually didn't wear it for you. My family complains all the time about how bad my snoring is. My dad actually woke me up last night and demanded I put it on."

"Oh wow..." Having front-row seats listening to Derek's snores, I knew firsthand how loud he could be, but to have his dad – who sleeps in an entirely different room – come in and tell him that seemed a bit excessive to me.

"I like it when you snore." Derek looked at me as if he couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth.

"You can't be serious. I've been told that I sound like one of those riding lawnmowers-"

"More like a chainsaw trying to cut down a stubborn tree," I said with a small chuckle, "but I've gotten so used to it that when I woke up, I could tell that something was different without even looking." He was silent for a moment, looking up at the ceiling while seeming to digest my words.