Eva nodded, picking up a French fry and eating it. “Yes. Yes, it is like that. And it is normal, from what I’ve gathered. But only with scent-sympathetic packs. Cravings and all. Dylan smells like chocolate, and that takes all forms. And yes, he tastes like chocolate. He’s very happy about that for… reasons.”

I snorted. “Yeah, because no one knows what that means.”

“It’s totally normal,” she said. “Even Liam. He smells floral, and not exactly traditionally edible. But that doesn’t mean I don’t crave the taste of him every day. And the others too. My knees had bruises the first couple of weeks we were together.”

Another blush rushed over me. “Okay, I’m not that bad.”

“You would be if you let yourself,” Eva said. “Trust me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re doing the smarter thing and taking it slow. We didn’t. The second we met, we were fucking, and we didn’t stop. Jasmine had to move my schedule around because I couldn’t leave them. It’s better now. But still get these cravings that can’t be stopped. It’s part of being an Omega with your pack.”

Anxiety shivered under my skin. I hadn’t had all of that yet. The craving yes with Rylan, and it had been the first time outside heat, but the frenzy? No. Maybe the frenzy had been replaced by the heat? Did that mean something was wrong?

“Stop it,” Eva said, leaning across the table and covering my hand with hers. “You will have that. But for you, I think it will be after you bond. Because you need to know things are one-hundred percent. No going back.”

“Am I so obvious?”

“May-may, you say that like it’s a bad thing. After the shit everyone’s put you through, I’d much rather you be careful and take your time than get hurt.”

I bit my lip, unable to stop the question. “Do you think I am going to get hurt?”

She shrugged. “Anything can happen. Do I think they’re out to hurt you? No. Not at all. And I think they’re good for you. But you’re the only one who knows it all. As soon as you choose, I’ll be either cheering for you or helping you through it.”

That didn’t exactly calm all the anxiety in my chest, but she was right. This was my call, my choice, and I was going at my speed. Eva had always been the ‘faster’ of the two of us. She dove headlong into things without thinking about it, while I tended to take my time. Neither was wrong, it was simply who we were.

“Well, at least I’m not losing my mind with the craving. Out of nowhere it just smacked me in the face.”

“And how’d that go?”