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“True, it looks like the bed or floor then.”
I heard them gathering things, and I debated if I should get up and help. Usually, that was my role, the one who made sure everything was taken care of and ready to go. But I couldn’t deny that it felt nice to let someone else take charge for once.
“I know you’re awake, sweetheart.”
Turning my head into his chest, I felt his laugh rumble through me. “You’re comfy.” I yawned, nuzzling down in him.
“Good to know. Pizza’s here.” I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
“Mm,” I mumbled, shaking my head.
When my stomach growled, I sighed, moving to sit up, no longer able to ignore the hunger. I found all three guys focused on me when I opened my eyes. Blinking, I realized that sleeping as many times as I did in my contacts wasn’t cutting it anymore, and they were dry as a bone.
“Um, give me a minute.”
I slid off the bed and padded over to the bathroom. Shutting the door behind me, I leaned against it for a second. There were so many emotions racing through me that I didn’t know where to start.
“Right, first deal with the most pressing matters,” I said aloud, the habit not completely broken yet.
Taking a second to relieve myself, I quickly took out my contacts and tossed them into the trash. Placing my glasses on my face, I looked at myself in the mirror, taking in my features. My skin was pale, the bump standing out on my forehead. Brushing my hair over, I covered it for the most part. My nose stud shined in the light as I turned back and forth. Despite my paleness, my eyes seemed bright and alert, and I could only attribute that to the three men in the other room.
Pushing my shoulders back, I took a deep breath and left the relative safety of the bathroom. Their chatter stopped when I emerged, both making me happy and suspicious. I was glad they weren’t at odds, but what did three guys who were practically strangers have to talk about besides me?
Which led me to believe they were talking about me.
“Um, it smells good. Shall we?” I asked, sitting back in my spot on the bed. Asa nodded, lifting the lid. He frowned, leaning closer.
“Did they put on the wrong toppings?” Cohen asked.
Milo leaned with him, his eyes widened before glancing up at me. I was beyond curious at this point, so I peered around the raised lid, pulling it back.
“Did we get pizza boobs? Sawyer got cake boobs once.”
Asa let it fall, making me appreciate the fact he wasn’t trying to hide this. An envelope with my name was taped to the inside of the box. So, not boobs.
“Wow, that’s not creepy,” I said.
“I don’t even want to know what cake boobs are,” Asa said grimacing.
Laughing at his discomfort, I ripped off the envelope and held it in my hand. I knew it had to be fromhim. The weight of that knowledge felt heavy in my hands, and I debated if I wanted to open this or not. I hadn’t processed what happened at the funhouse yet, but clearly, if he was willing to drug me and take me, we weren’t playing on the same levels anymore.
Was it even worth continuing this fight? Did I want to risk my life to get my revenge? Maybe I needed to accept I was out of my league and move on.
“Are you going to open it?” Cohen asked, squeezing my leg close to him.
I looked up, shrugging. “I don’t know. I think I should just stop. It doesn’t feel as worth it anymore. The stakes are too high.” I tapped the letter on my knee, the corner poking into my skin. The slight pressure helped ground me so I didn’t spiral into a million places.
“Did you see who delivered the pizza?” Cohen asked, not responding to me.
“It was just left at the front desk,” Asa said, frowning as he began to think. I watched as he ran his hand through his blonde locks, his green eyes staring off into the distance.
Cohen jumped off the bed, grabbing his computer and bringing it back over. He started to type in some things as I stared back at the envelope. Milo nudged my foot, making me look up. The pizza box in between us had been left abandoned. I wasn’t sure if it was even safe to eat it at this point. It was sad to waste pizza.
“You want me to read it with you?” he asked. I peered into his dark brown eyes behind his silver frames, wondering if when two people who wore glasses kissed, they scratched one another.
He grasped my foot this time, shaking it again. “Fin?”
“Huh?” Oh, right, he’d asked me a question, and I’d gotten distracted by thoughts of kissing. “Yeah, I guess.”
