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"Winston!" we both said that and then looked at each other.
He was getting settled in his bed. No shower, no nothing. He said, "I have to try to sleep. I'll be shit for a partner and we have too much riding on that. Night, ladies."
"Oh, my God." She was out of bed and pulling her clothes on when she asked, "I mean...I know we just...but do you like...need a place to stay or..."
"She can go back to Storm's room." Winston pushed me with his foot. I about gawked as I got out of the bed.
Autumn was frozen as she asked, "Wait. No. Winston. Oh, no, no. You're not...just say you are not in room 405."
I gulped.
She went wide-eyed. "He is going to fucking murder us!"
Winston laughed and said, "No he isn't. He knows. He's all good. Get out. Go. Both of you."
She popped him with the shirt she did not pull on over the tank top and said, "You better fucking win tomorrow."
To me, as I pulled on my last garments, she whispered, "Wait."
We stepped out into the hall, and she looked at me and said, "Holly, the big guy—"
"I know. It's complicated. I'm learning. I'm theirs. It's super weird, but...what?" I asked.
"No. I. Didn't really expect to miss it as much as I have. Not the sex so much, but the fun, the connection part. I...but it was a onetime thing." She smiled. "Worth it."
I grabbed her hand as she started to walk away. "I think we can convince them to add you to the mix, but you have to understand that I'm with them until the end of this year."
Autumn wasn't set on leaving me at the end of this year like these two guys, and right now, I felt like I had been tethered to a set of sinking ships. Once they were done with their resentment fucks, I'd be adrift. Maybe she was my life raft in this storm. Maybe I could not fuck up one of these amazing opportunities that landed between my legs for a change.
"I don't fuck men."
"I don't want you fucking my men." I was shocked by my own statement and the feeling that I could deal with them all watching each other with me and what not, but I was not too keen on seeing her with either of them.
She scratched her head and looked at the end of the hall. "Let me think about it. Okay? I. None of this is what I thought I would be doing tonight."
"Okay." I smiled at her. We started walking and then halfway down the hall, she stopped, so I stopped.
She looked at me really intensely and then backed me up to the wall. When her lips landed on mine, I knew I had to hold onto this one. This one could be real.
Storm
I wasn't sure what time she came back to my room, but she took a shower before she got into my bed. I could see that since her hair was a total mess. I looked at the spot under her chin. Just a little bruise now and fading. She had the most kissable lips I had ever seen in person.
I pulled the blanket up and continued looking since she was in panties and a t-shirt and not afraid of me in her sleep. That knee looked better, too. Content that she was no worse for the wear from whatever Winston told her last night, showed her last night, I let the blanket drop and spent some time looking at her face. She had the lightest sprinkling of freckles across her nose. She looked sweet as candy, but I knew from life experience that what was on the outside did not represent what was on the inside. This one, was a total fucking disaster, like me. I also looked like the best kind of candy apple in fall. Perfect, sweet, a little rough, but overall, everything you think you want. Then you bite into it and find out it is rotten on the inside and the taste ruins candy apples forever. Did for me.
I looked at the mini-fridge and remembered she had dessert in there. I was not going to her room to clean it this morning since it probably didn't even have the soda can and candy wrapper in the trash. She was not awake to worry about that decadent slice of cake with cream-cheese frosting and almond slivers and...the next thing I knew, I was standing in my boxers, eating that slice of cake. A tap sounded on my door. It opened, which meant Holly left it unlocked. We'd have to talk about that. I took another bite of cake and looked at the beauty looking back at me. She wasn't smiling.
I asked, "You okay?" She looked at me, looked at Holly. When she looked at me, I said, "Room 405."
She didn't have any of the upbeat Autumn energy I had come to know. I asked, "What's wrong?"
"I need to talk to you, Big Guy." She looked from me to Holly, and I understood she needed privacy and sleep was not enough of a guarantee.
"I'll follow you." I indicated and stepped out into the hall with her. I had about three bites left and asked, "Want a bite? Might make you feel better."
She steeled her spine and said, "I'm not a man."
My brow quirked and I was really glad I did not have that bite in my mouth, or I might have choked on it or spit it out as I choked on it. "Fully aware, trust me."
