Page 83 of His Angel


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“How very practical of you,” Wyatt says.

“And how else would you like me to approach this?” he says. “My brother seems to have picked you two and I’ve got my own Devil, oh, and he seems to want you too,” he says, his gaze flicking to mine. “I’m not going to try and dictate or control anyone here, and if it means I get to keep both of them happy and finally have somewhere big enough for my trainer collection, then I’m all for it.”

“You sure?” Leo asks, twinning their fingers together, the moment becoming suddenly serious once again.

“Absolutely,” Jacob replies with a smile.

“You two are very cute,” Wyatt says, interrupting. “But I’m not gay, or interested in either of you… like that, just to clarify, but other than that, I’ve got your back.”

All three of them look at me, waiting.

This answers all the questions we’ve had for weeks, months. There would be no more going around in circles about who I’m drawn to more, no more choosing between heated friendship, caring protection, and a chemistry that’s completely undeniable. No leaving anyone out.

“I can’t go back to that house, to that empty room.” My stomach twists just at the thought of it. “I’m in.”

“Now we just have to show this all to Nick, and move everything up here,” Leo says.

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll sort it,” Wyatt says. “Get the film going.”

Leo pulls up the film we abandoned downstairs, a million times better on the huge TV that perches on a dark wood unit rather than the laptop screen.

This is a big bubble, and I’d kind of like to stay in it.

The opening credits for the next film are just rolling when a knock rings out on the door. Confused, I head across the room and open it up, Charlotte, Aimee, Penelope and Stephanie standing there with their arms full of my stuff.

“What the hell?”

“Someone said you had a new room and you needed help moving,” Aimee says, barging in.

“And rather than having weird moving men going through your things, we figured it might be better if we did it,” Charlotte says with a small smile.

“Well, I’m just nosey,” Penelope says with a wink as she walks through. “But I get it. I’d be the same,” she calls, heading through the room.

Each of us came with our bestie; Penelope and Aimee, Charlotte and Stephanie, me and… well, it’s just me now.

“Are we doing this now?” Leo asks, his head popping up from behind the sofa and dragging me out of my melancholy moment.

“Looks like it.”

“Amazing,” Jacob says, excitedly jumping up, pulling Leo with him and heading out the door.

“Which one of these are they going in?” Aimee asks, standing by the entrance to the walk-ins.

Between us, we pick a wardrobe and find space for all my clothes, stocking up the vanity and stashing the rest of my study materials in the office I hadn’t even noticed. Apparently, they take the work portion of this seriously now we’re together, there are work desks and empty bookcases, places for us to concentrate.

“I just want to say, we don’t hate you,” Charlotte says, plopping into one of the bean bags.

“Speak for yourself,” Stephanie counters, winking my way.

“We totally get why you don’t want to come back to the house, but you’re still an Angel, still part of us, even if you’re living it large in a suite bigger than our entire house,” Aimee continues.

“And you have no more cooking,” Stephanie says. “I’m looking forward to making use of the chefs here when Olly and I are official, the dinner last night was amazing, no offence Aimee.”

“None taken, you’re exactly right,” Aimee replies with a nod.

“We might have to Zoom from here though. This set-up is perfect, and it means we get to come and visit,” Penelope says with a smile, adjusting the cushion behind her as Jacob drapes yet another blanket over the back of the sofa.

“I won’t have far to come shortly, anyway,” Stephanie says. “Oliver and I will be doing the bands thing soon too. So, we’ll just be down the hall.”

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