Page 95 of Now Their Starlet

“Did you... by any chance get a razor?” She asks sheepishly. “My mom made me get a wax while I was stuck with her, but it’s been a couple weeks and I... Sorry, this is so embarrassing.”

“I don’t think it’s embarrassing at all,” I say, reaching for another cabinet and showing her a new razor, still in the box. “Will this work?”

“Yeah, that’s perfect. I’m sorry, I know⁠—”

“Hey,” I say, stepping forward and gently taking her hand. “I normally don’t like interrupting you, but you keep apologizing when you don’t need to. If you’re asking for the razor for the reasons I think, I want you to know that all of us are men, not boys. We don’t give a crap about body hair.”

“Wh—what? Really?”

“Really. But, I understand that everything has been terribly chaotic, and I want you to feel confident. But don’t feel like you have to do anything to appeal to us, okay?” My gaze darts between her dark eyes, and I offer her a small grin. “I think I speak for all of us when I say you’ve enchanted each of us from day one.”

“Even Eli?”

“Oh, especially Eli,” Beck answers, stepping into the bathroom and holding up a baggy t-shirt. “Pretty sure it was eating him up inside because he was still attracted to you even when he was determined to have his head stuck up his ass.”

“Thank you,” Andi says, taking the shirt from him and clutching it to her chest. I don’t think either of us misses the way she takes a not-so-subtle sniff.

“We’ll leave you to it,” I murmur, leaning down and capturing her lips for a quick and tender kiss.

“O—okay,” she breathes out, offering the two of us an adorable wave.

Beck and I make our way to Andi’s old childhood bedroom. Instead of whatever furnishings it had when she was a child, there’s a massive bed that takes up the majority of the space. Edison seems to have kept all five of us guys in mind when putting together this room for Andi. Even though there’s a cozy nest attached, he still wanted to make the basic bedroom space suitable for all of us to sleep with Andi at the same time.

The nest will probably only be used when Andi’s nesting urges ramp up before and during her heat. She’ll spend the days leading up to it collecting various soft items with her mates’ scents, to furnish the small enclosed space with— perfect for an omega craving coziness, however; tends to be a bit cramped for alphas.,

“Sooo,” Beck says, trailing off as he perches on the corner of the bed. “Are we supposed to do anything to get ready?”

“If you’re asking whether we should be getting naked, the answer is no,” I say with a small huff of laughter.

“Hey,” Beck says, holding his hands up in surrender. “You’re more familiar with this than I am.”

“Barely. You make it sound like I’m a whore.”

“You’re putting words in my mouth. I just said you’re more familiar with this than I am. I spent all my days working.”

“And sneaking around with our best friend,” I tease, sitting beside him and bumping my shoulder against his.

“It wasn’t sneaking around! We ended up telling you what we were doing, he was just helping me through my heats...” Beck winces as he trails off, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “Okay, maybe he wasn’t just helping me through my heats, but on paper that’s what was happening. I’m not good with this emotional stuff, you know? Or being with a girl I care about. With Eli, I just had to be naked and stuff happened.”

“That... doesn’t surprise me,” I say, letting out a soft huff. “Wait here, I’m going to grab some pajamas for us, in case she doesn’t want us hanging around her naked after we help her.”

“Why wouldn’t she want us to be naked?”

“This is kind of a lot, and a doctor basically told her she should be having orgasms with us. We’re already asking her to be incredibly vulnerable with us. Maybe she doesn’t want to dive in headfirst, you know? Better safe than sorry.”

“Yeah, you have a point,” Beck shrugs.

I return a few minutes later with a pair of plaid pajama pants and some basic white t-shirts as Andi steps out of the bathroom nervously. She looks amazing with her wet hair loose around her shoulders, wearing only Beck’s oversized t-shirt, effortlessly beautiful.

He must’ve chosen one of his baggier ones because it hangs off her lithe frame. Maybe he liked the look of her in Eli’s shirt and wanted to replicate that with his scent around her.

Can’t blame him.

“You guys look really good in your suits,” Andi says, nervously tucking some of her hair behind her ear. “I feel underdressed.”

I meet Beck’s gaze, my lips quirking into a rare, prideful smirk. I’m never particularly smug, which is probably why Andi notices the exchange.

Or maybe it’s just that she’s just as observant as I am, when she doesn’t let her own doubts and insecurities cloud her thought processes.