Grim stands up quickly. It’s probably the fastest I’ve ever seen him move. “Yes, thank you. I find watching you sleep very…relaxing.” He flounders for the word for a moment.
I chuckle, not at all expecting him to take me up on the offer, and if he did, I wasn’t thinking we’d actually sleep.
Calix stands next. “If he can, so can I,” he declares, like a child calling dibs on a toy.
I roll my eyes. “Suit yourselves.” Of course, I would get three mates who are more interested in myfeelingsthan getting between my legs.
* * *
When I comeout of my bathroom, Calix is stretched out on my bed, with his arms folded behind his head and his feet crossed at the ankles. Grim is glowering at him from over near the wall.
I freeze. I’ve never had anyone in my bed. “Making yourself right at home, I see,” I snark, hoping it will cover the awkward pause.
“This bed is big enough for a few of us.” Calix pats the space next to his hip, inviting me into my own bed.
I glance over at Grim. This feels more intimate than I bargained for. I mean, it’s my bed, my sheets. I thought I could get Grim up here and maybe fool around, but with both of them here, I know that’s not happening. I shuffle my feet and Calix leans up on his elbows, tilting his head to the side as he studies me. “Everything okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, yeah,” I murmur, dismissing him, and break eye contact while I climb into bed. The moment I lie down, I freeze again. I’m not even breathing.
“Damiana, would you like us to leave?” Grim pushes his shoulders off the wall, stepping closer to the bed.
Do I? “No, stay.” My lips utter the refusal before my mind even settled on the answer. But it’s the truth. I don’t want them to go. I’m just not used to having anyone this close to me.
Grim surprises me when he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. His fingertip glides over my forehead and down over my eyes as he gently draws them closed. “Sleep, goddess.” My eyes pop right back open and I give Grim an accusatory scowl. There’s something about the Angel of Death calling me a goddess that freaks me out. I felt the same way when Gunnar kept saying that ‘my lady’ bullshit.
I don’t really know what to say, so I just eyeball him for a few seconds then close my eyes again. I peek at him after a few seconds and warn, “Don’t be creepy.”
“I am not creepy,” he intones.
Calix snorts and I let out a chortle. “You are, in fact, most people’s definition of creepy—just saying.” I turn on my side to get more comfortable, forcing myself to close my eyes and settle down, but this is weird. What if I talk in my sleep or drool? How do people do this every day? I feel more exposed now than I would if one of them where inside me.
Calix’s breathing evens out quickly behind me. I’m just starting to relax when I feel him turn over and curl around my back. I lie completely still as he weaves his hand under my arm, draping it over my stomach. A sense of calm falls over me.
When I open my eyes, Grim is staring down at the hand over my belly with a heavy frown on his face. I reach out and touch his leg, his eyes jerk up to mine.
“Should I remove him?” he asks quickly, and licks his lips. The way he says it seems so final. He’s so sweet.
“No, it’s not so bad. Want to lie down and be the little spoon?” I whisper, half joking.
“Little spoon?” Grim tilts his head as his brow furrows.
“Like nesting spoons. Right now, I’m the little spoon and Calix is the big spoon,” I explain.
“I want to be the big spoon.” His chin lifts a little.
“Well then, you have to go lie behind Calix.” I hook my thumb behind me.
“That’s not acceptable. I will only nest spoons with you.” Before I can even giggle at the way he responded, Grim lies down and gives me his back.
I swallow and lift my arm to accommodate him. “Scoot back a little,” I breathe. Only a few moments ago, I was uncomfortable with him being here, now I’m telling him to cuddle closer. I think I might be insane after all.
Grim does scoot back then. I have to reach my arm up a little to get around him, but every drop of reservation I had about them being in here with me while I slept evaporates the moment he lets out a heavy breath. “Little spoon is nice.” It’s almost as if he’s speaking to himself.
My last thought before I close my eyes is how absolutely shocked Aeson would be if she saw this. She’s going to laugh her ass off when I tell her about it.
Chapter 20
“Ijust want to make sure I’m clear on the plan.” I look around and see Grim, Calix, and a still angry Gunnar watching me.
