Ethan smiles, and it’s gentler than the playful smirks he’s been giving so far. “I know you can’t go back to your apartment, but in the morning just let us know what you want from there, and we’ll go over and get it for you. Clothes, books, that kind of thing.” That does it. The tears slip free and I wipe at my face. “I miss my nest,” I admit, a sob catching in my throat. It wasn’t much. I think my suppressants kept me from feeling the urge to nest as strongly as most Omegas do, but I still wanted to make my bed be full of lovely soft things that made me feel warm and safe. It was a place I
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