Holland's POV
"Holland," Kasteil called, holding me close.
"Hmm?" I looked up at him.
There were two Kasteils.
I blinked a few times, confused.
Why were there two of him?
"Are you an omega magnet?" he asked, voice low and amused.
"Do you want me to be one?" I smiled up at him, wrapping my arms around his waist.
He looked down at me for a long moment before letting out a quiet sigh.
"You're totally drunk."
"Kiss me."
"You reek of alcohol," he murmured, but he bent down and kissed me anyway.
I smiled happily against his lips.
When he pulled away, I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
"What did they give you?" he asked.
"A…" I paused.
The omegas had told me not to tell him.
"A what?"
I frowned in concentration.
"…Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"A nothing," I corrected with a soft giggle.
"Holland…" he sighed.
"Hmmm?" I hummed, tilting my head back to look at him again.
"You're so pretty," I murmured. "I like you a lot."
