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“You’re welcome,” they say at the same time.
“I’m so glad you enjoyed the night,” Pierce adds.
“We should do it again really soon,” Forge says.
“I’d like that,” I say.
“We’ll check in with you tomorrow,” Pierce says. “Night.”
I nod and ring the bell.
“Have a good night, Raewyn,” Forge says.
“Night, guys.”
Trina opens the door, and I wave at the guys before stepping inside and heading up the stairs.
“You better tell me everything!” Trina squeals the moment we’re inside the apartment.
I laugh at her excitement, but I do as she asks and tell her everything about the night. She watches me with this sweet expression on her face, but then gets thoroughly disappointed when I tell her that we didn’t kiss or anything.
“You know I’m just giving you a hard time,” she says, grabbing me and giving me a hug. “You take your time with those boys.”
“About that,” I say carefully.
She pulls back, frowning. “Oh no. What is it?”
I look her in the eye and know that what I’m about to say is going to upset her, but I need to do it. We’ve grown close, and this won’t be easy on me either.
“I’m going to move in with them.”
Her eyes widen and she sucks in a breath. “That’s great news! Why’d you make me think it was bad?” She hugs me again.
I open my mouth to tell her why I made this decision, but realize the why doesn’t matter. This is one of those moments you tell a little lie to make someone else feel good. The way she’s done for me a bunch of times. Now I know why she did. I understand it. So I don’t tell her the reason why I’m leaving, because that’ll change everything.
She’s happy. I’m happy. Let’s just be happy.
Chapter Seventeen
Forge
“Why are you checking that window again?” Pierce asks.
“Because I want to make sure it locks.”
I twist the top of the lock to make sure it’s tightly in place, then try the window. It doesn’t budge.
“You checked it ten minutes ago.”
“And?” I look at him over my shoulder.
“And it locked ten minutes ago.”
I check it one more time, then turn around to face him, putting my hands on my hips.
“Say what’s on your mind,” I tell him.
He smiles. “You're nervous.”
