Page 76 of Allegiant

By the looks of it, he’s knocked out too. He doesn’t seem to have noticed the legs I’ve kicked over his lap. A glance to my other side shows that Ansel and Neo left at some point, meaning it’s just myself and Harley in the theater.

Snuggled up together.

“Good evening,” Jules says, a fake smile plastered on his lips. “You look tired. You should retire.” He pauses and then adds, “At home.”

Samson grunts at that, and for a moment I worry that he’s going to send me on my way, but then he reaches down and strokes a wayward strand of hair off my forehead. “He’s not going anywhere. He’s staying here with us.”

My brows shoot up. I am? Since when was that the plan?

Jules huffs, and Samson looks at him pointedly. “Remember who you work for. Get used to it.”

The other man sucks in a quick breath as his eyes flash with hurt. Without another word, he turns, stalking off out of the theater room.

“I think I made things awkward,” I murmur, wetting my dry lips. “I was just so tired. I tend to take up way too much space when I sleep.”

Samson’s face softens, and he tucks his hands into his pockets. “You do.”

That’s right. He’d know. He’s spent a lot of time with me in my bed, holding me. Fucking me.

My cock stirs as I push myself up and step into Samson’s arms. They wrap around me, and he squeezes me tightly as Harley lets out a soft snore.

I tuck my face into Samson’s chest, muffling a small laugh. Honestly, ending up here wasn’t the plan when I woke up this morning. It’s kind of crazy when I think about it. I fully banked on staying inside the closet all day, only leaving when my bladder forced me to, and not speaking a single word to another soul.

Instead, Samson brought me here. He gave me space to wallow all night, but today?

He’s reminded me of some of the goodness in the world. Like these men, who’ve accepted me into their home and family without a second thought.

I sigh. “I do need to go home, though.”

“No. You’re staying with me.”

“What? Here?”

“Yes. In my room.”

I chew on my lip. “I guess I can stay for one night. I’ll have to go pick Nugget up from boarding though. Shit! What time is it? I was meant to get him before five.”

Samson’s arms tighten to stop me from turning and searching for my phone. “Relax, he’s already here.”

“He is?”

“Little fucker has already eaten one of Jackson’s textbooks that he left here and part of a rug. Dotty took a shine to him, so he’s tailing her around the house.”

My mind’s spinning with all this new information. “Who’s Jackson? And Dotty?”

“Jackson is Wyatt’s brother,” Samson explains. “Wyatt is married to Matthias, my brother. And Dotty is…well, technically she’s our housekeeper, but I can’t remember the last time I actually saw her clean. I swear she just uses those spray bottles to torment us.”

I shake my head, begging my brain to clear the sleep fog faster so I can catch up. “The boarders shouldn’t have let you take Nugget without my permission.”

He offers me a crooked smile. “I can be very persuasive when I want to be. Fair warning, I’m about to unleash those skills to make sure you stay here with me.”

Smiling softly, I sway into him. “Well, I guess you’ve removed my issue by bringing Nugget here. I suppose I can be persuaded for one night.”

Samson hums. “Actually, I was thinking more like a week. Maybe two.”

I search his face for signs that he’s joking. “You can’t be serious.”

His expression doesn’t waver. “Deadly so.”