“The beds are more modern,” she told him as he stepped back into the hallway. “You’re right, usually they are a bit coffin-like, but since there are so many of us, they wanted to give us more space to breathe, I think? So besides the two beds in the main room” —she pointed over her shoulder— “there are eight beds in here.”
Adra glanced at the four dark gray couches dubiously. “Eight?”
She nodded, far too pleased to show off the bus and not caring one bit if she was bragging. The modifications were out of this world. Andi had really done a fucking fantastic job.
A fist of regret squeezed around her heart that her best friend wouldn’t be here to experience it with her.
“How?” Adra asked, pulling her out of her thoughts. He was beside the couch, running his palm along the wall and beneath the curtains that, at first glance, just seemed decorative.
“They pull out,” she said.
The couches pulled out into their own twin-sized bed, but above them was where the real magic happened.
She slid her hand along the wall, above the curtains, until she could feel—there. Cold metal grazed her palm, and she ran her finger over it until it gave way and crooked it into the hook. “Find the matching one,” she said, and nodded at Adra.
“This just gets cooler and cooler,” he mumbled in awe.
“You’re telling me,” Desi breathed from the entrance. Nohen and Emerson peeked out behind her.
Together, they pulled down and out, pulling the twin bed out of the wall. The curtain moved with it, and once the metal feet were hooked to the floor of the bus, she unbunched the curtain and pulled it around the top of the bottom bunk.
“Privacy—kind of,” she said with a shrug. “But the best part about this setup is…” She pointed above her head and stepped back. “Will you grab the—yeah, thanks.”
Adra, looking very much like a kid at Christmas, reached above and pulled the handle. Above them, the entire ‘ceiling’ moved on tracks, much like a garage door, and rolled down the wall, creating yet another barrier between the eight sets of bunks. Four in each ‘room.’
“You’re kidding me. And there’s even a—” He gently unlatched the flimsy door and pushed it open to reveal Emerson on the other side, a grin on his face.
“Much bigger step up from the rocket vans we used to l—tour in, huh?” he asked.
Lyric beat back the urge to ask him what he’d been about to say, and let him keep his secrets for another day.
“You’re telling me,” Adra breathed. “We have rooms?”
“You have rooms. Kinda. You’ll have to share,” Lyric reminded him with a sheepish smile.
“Hey, don’t be like that,” Adra chided, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Heat infused her cheeks as he pulled her closer. If her face happened to press into his chest for a deep inhale of his sugary scent, it was by accident.
But the amusement in Emerson’s gaze told her he knew better.
“This is awesome. You’re spoiling us,” Adra murmured, his deep voice warm with affection.
“Well, we’re all gonna be stuck on here for six weeks. The least I could do was make sure it was a nice stay at hotel de tour,” she teased, thankful for the distraction.
“I call Nohen,” Desi yelled from the front room at the same time Nohen shouted, “I call Desi!”
The two of them broke off into giggles, and Lyric shook her head. “And we know how you two are rooming,” Lyric teased without sending the words through her brain to mouth filter first.
Her cheeks burned hotter as she imagined Adra and Emerson sharing much more than just a room, and she stepped away from Adra to escape to the front lounge. “Henry, when do we leave?” she asked to change the subject. Anything to get the deliciously sinful images out of her head.
Wanting those men, specifically the alphas, went against every rule and belief she led her life by. And she’d be damned if they’d change it for her.
Her gaze landed on Henry as he pulled out his phone.
No matter how hot they were.
Adra’s and Emerson’s murmurs reached her ears as they entered the lounge and sank down into the couch.
No matter how sweet they were or how comfortable she was growing with them.