Andy's POV
I was grasping the straps of my bag really hard, that I was sure the knuckles of my hands are now a bright white, as I walked beside my savior named Dave, with a good distance between us, because I was still dying from embarrassment of being in this kind of state beside an alpha. My omega was going really crazy inside me, but I still had some self control on me, to stop me from throwing myself at him without a second thought.
