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Liam can take care of himself. Arvid has never been doubting that, but that alpha is persistent, and Arvid doesn’t like the aggressive note that’s easy to pick up in his scent.
When his hand lands on Liam’s thigh, and Liam’s scent spikes, Arvid sees everything through red haze, his alpha snarling.
”Get the fuck away from him.” He is speaking steadily, not asking the guy to do anything, but predicting him what would happen during the next sixty seconds. Arvid pulls himself a chair, and sits down, putting his arm around Liam.
”And who are you?”
”His alpha. I was on the phone. My omega doesn’t usually smell that uncomfortable.” Liam is leaning on him, his right hand coming to rest on his thigh. Arvid could get used to this.
The guy – he is way too old to be chatting Liam up anyway rolls his eyes at the pair, but he doesn’t challenge Arvid’s words, just gets up and leaves the situation. Arvid looks over his shoulder, following him until there is a comfortable distance between them.
He is immediately dropping his arm. ”Sorry. Sorry if I was crossing a line. Your scent was going a bit crazy. I know you can handle stuff.”
”It’s okay. I didn’t mind.” Liam is holding his gaze, his eyes giving Arvid a feeling that the older boy is seeing through him, easily reading every embarrassing, awkward thought Arvid has ever had about him, when he has been laying awake at three am.
”I also wouldn’t mind if you want to get coffees here, and maybe hold me a little more?”
”Is that a date?”
”I don’t routinely ask Isack to cuddle. It can be a date if you want that too. Or we can leave the whole thing.”
”No, no. I’d love a date.”
”Good. Very good.”
Arvid lowers his gaze, eyes tracking Liam’s pretty hands, strong fingers, watch, and rings. He is feeling funny. Nervous and tense, but in a good way.
Liam is smiling, when he looks up again.