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"I thought you wanted to talk," I point out, my voice breaking from exhaustion.
"Tomorrow," he says, helping me get dressed.
Asher pulls back the duvet, fluffing up my pillow. I crawl into bed, my body sinking into the mattress. He pulls the blanket over me before leaning over and kissing my forehead.
"Goodnight, Rylee," he mutters, crossing the room.
I watch him in confusion, sleep threatening to pull me in at any second. He stops at the door, hand on the light switch as he gives me a small smile.
"Night, Asher," I murmur, still staring at him bewildered.
The room suddenly becomes black as he turns the light off, closing the door behind him. His strange behavior plays on my mind for all of thirty seconds, before I fall into a deep dreamless sleep.
Chapter twenty-seven
Iwakeupthenext morning, feeling oddly refreshed.
I hate to say it, but it was the best sleep I'd had in months. I put it down to the fact I'm sleeping on an expensive mattress and soft sheets, but I can't help but think there's also another reason too.
Slowly, I wander downstairs, my hair a mess as I head off in search of coffee. Even if I feel well rested, there is always room for improvement.
I walk into the kitchen, surprised to find the three brothers at the table together.
"You're finally up," teases Zayn, looking me up and down.
"What time is it?" I ask, heading to the coffee machine.
I put a pod in, slipping my cup under and hit the button.
"A little after eleven," answers Blake. "We were going to send a search party for you soon."
When the machine is done, I grab my cup and head over to the table. There's various plates of food in the center – from eggs, pancakes, toast and fresh fruit.
"You guys made breakfast?" I ask, sliding onto a chair next to Asher.
"Consider it a welcome home present," Zayn says grinning.
I look at the three of them suspiciously. "You all did this?"
Blake grimaces. "It went as well as you'd expect."
"Don't be like that," Zayn taunts. "We did very well."
Asher grabs a spare plate and starts putting some food on it. I glance at him through peripheral vision, wondering if I've stepped into an alternate universe, or perhaps I'm still asleep.
"Here," he finishes, handing me a fork.
"You guys are being oddly nice," I mumble. "I'm not sure I like it."
Zayn chuckles. "We know you like the bad boys. But they can be good too."
Flashbacks of last night spring to mind and I wonder if there's any truth to that statement.
Blake stabs a piece of watermelon onto his fork. "I have to head into town this morning. Do you need anything?"
"Can I come with you?" I ask, hopeful.
He nods. "Sure. I just need to grab a few things but you can tag along."
