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My perfume claws for freedom.
Here we go.
The guys haven’t reacted to my majorette show of red flags so far. Ignoring the quaver that warns to keep my shit lidded, I tentatively crack the cage. “I could fix that for you.”
“Do it.” A ragged purr rips from Reese, who ghosts behind my chair like he popped off of a baseball card. His chocolate isn’t comforting when it’s shot with sex and violence—it’s irresistible.
“Only if you let us watch,” Bish adds, ultra-casual.
I pinch my knees.
Got it.
Red flags are their favorite color.
I bail from the chair and Reese’s body heat, bringing my plate to Jin at the stove. “What else are you cooking?”
“Whatever you want.” His husky edge promises more than a snack.
My gut squelches, queasy from the baked-in instinct to hide what I want and handle everything myself. It’s just breakfast. “Make me an egg and cheese sandwich?”
“My pleasure,” Jin purrs.
“Use the brioche. And the Jarlsberg.” Bish moves to the fridge, then huffs. “Which of you savages unpacked my cheeses like this?”
Reese steals Bishop’s chair. “Don’t make froofy shit. Our girl likes it greasy.”
“I know what she likes,” Jin says.
“As do I. Use the brioche.” Bish tosses him a loaf of bread, then starts organizing his cheese cache.
My gaze slips to Jin at the stove.
He hypnotizes me just breathing.
When Jin cooks for me, I’m lost.
Even Gary the grill beta never gives me that much butter. With long, slender fingers and flexing forearms, Jinnie flips a sandwich sexier than most alphas fuck.
I’m drooling by the time he presents me with the ooziest, most golden-brown, egg and cheese on the crispiest, crustiest, butter-drenched brioche.
The first bite rolls back my eyes.
Then Jin’s husky rumble twists my toes. “You like?”
“I’ve had dreams about this sandwich.” I swallow molten cheese—Jarlsberg and whatever else Bish had airlifted just to please me.
He knows what he’s doing.
They all know what the fuck they’re doing.
“Bite?” Jin leans in.
Shivering, I offer him my sandwich.
Jin holds my gaze as his teeth snap crispy bread. He sticks close to chew, keeping the space he stole from me.
I take another bite through his teeth-marks.
