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“I sleep in my boxers, I’ll take the spot by the wall,” I continue, toeing off my shoes.
“Draven,” she says darkly, turning toward me. Her eyes widen at the sight of my quickly disappearing clothes. “Why are you getting naked, and what spot by the wall?”
“I’ve decided that I’m not giving up my bed entirely,” I announce as I push my pants off my hips. Layla flinches in surprise and then keeps her gaze on mine. I can tell she’s dying to look. My body is a work of art after all. “Chop, chop. I want to go to bed, Chickie.”
“Ugh, enough. Go get into something warmer, Baby,” Tyler tells her. “We’ll see what we can figure out tomorrow.”
Sighing, she grabs clothes, and goes to find a bathroom.
“It’s the door right there, to your left,” I call out. The following room is Mav and Atlas, and I don’t want her to rush in unannounced. It would be funny, but only for me.
Watching her disappear, I glance at Tyler. He starts to change in front of me, obviously unbothered. Digging into his bag, he pulls out a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt.
“For the record, my entire being revolves around her happiness,” he hisses as he dresses quickly and efficiently. “I don’t care what stick everyone else is riding up their asses, I want Layla to smile again and be confident in her own skin. Mav and Atlas are destroying the progress she’s made over the last five years. They remember the sheltered girl who wasn’t allowed to do anything. She’s not that person anymore.”
“Sheltered because she’s the label’s Princess?” I ask, confused.
“She’s the younger daughter, so she lived in a gilded cage in a lot of ways. Her roommates refused to let her do anything, and her father approved of it to keep her his sweet little girl,” Tyler grunts. “Layla is capable and talented. She deserves to be seenas such. Mav and Atlas make her question if she can do anything without her big sister or if she’s any good.”
“Didn’t you see her perform tonight?” I snort. Well, technically it was yesterday, but that thought just makes me more sleepy. “Chickie was on fire, the entire bar was clearly enthralled. The girl can sing. I want to see what she can do in a stadium.”
“She’s amazing,” he confirms as the door snicks open. “I’m going to brush my teeth and use the bathroom, and then I’ll be ready.”
Tyler strides for the bathroom, kissing Layla’s forehead as he passes her. He’s curt, blunt, and almost rude at times, but not with her. He tempers his words, and he’s sweet when it comes to Layla.
Interesting. I wonder what other snorting dragons she can take. With that thought, I gesture to her to go into the room.
“Pick a spot,” I tell her as she looks at the queen-sized bed. Tyler and I are big guys, so it’s less space than it seems.
Layla shakes her head, as she climbs onto the bed. She doesn’t have her clothes from earlier, so I assume she left them in the bathroom. That’ll be a fun surprise for the guys later.
“We’re having a meeting tomorrow about this, preferably with coffee and pastries,” I grumble.
“I was perfectly fine where I was,” Layla yawns again, wiggling under the covers. She’s wearing fuzzy pants with a long-sleeved top that shows off the expanse of her toned stomach. In what world are these considered pajamas?
My dick asks if I'm also seeing her stiff nipples, making me close my eyes in frustration. The universe is trying to make me insane. I haven’t had sex since, well, the last time I had sex with Lyrica. I may be an asshole, but I’m a loyal one at that.
Getting into bed, I band my arm around her waist, pulling her away from the edge of the bed. “I’m not waking up to Tyler’sdick digging into my ass, chick,” I tell her. Her hair smells amazing, and I growl under my breath. No, no, no.
This girl isn’t all that interesting. She’s not that pretty, and her body wasn’t created with the sole reason to be worshiped. Often and thoroughly.
“You’re not my type,” Tyler says, walking in as if he’s been following the entire conversation. The walls are that thin, so I’m not surprised. “I’m only interested in cherry blossom scented skin and my little flower.”
Taking a deep breath, I silently thank him for helping me to identify what she smells like.
“Yeah, yeah. Still don’t want your dick digging into my back while I’m sleeping. Turn the light off and get your ass in this bed,” I mumble.
“I can’t move, Draven,” Layla sighs. I have her on her side, my arm banded around her stomach, and my leg shoved between hers. Getting comfortable, I shrug.
“You’re supposed to be sleeping. Sleep,” I remind her as the light turns out.
“We’ll figure it out tomorrow, Baby,” Tyler soothes as he gets into the bed next to her. Layla runs her hand through his hair as he snuggles against her until his head is burrowed in her breasts.
I barely have a chance to think about what a lucky fucker he is, or that the door to my room is wide open before I’m drifting off to sleep. I’ve always had a hell of a time sleeping. I may need to bottle up whatever this is.
Eight
LAYLA
