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"Fine. I won't tell."
"Then neither will I."
Leia and Charlie shake on it, making me smile.
"As long as you're happy, I don't care what people think," Adalynn says. "Your sex life isn't their business. That's between you and Bronx."
"And us because I'm going to need details about this club," Heidi says.
"And us," Adalynn says, laughing.
"I'm not telling."
"Not even a hint?" Heidi pouts. "Well, you're no fun. I don't even have a sex life. I need to live vicariously through you."
"No way."
She scrunches up her nose at me. "You suck."
"I do," I whisper, wiggling my brows.
Her mouth falls open in shock and then all five of us fall into a fit of laughter.
"Oh my gosh!" Charlie cries, catapulting off the bed. "You're naked, and you have sex now." She points at the bed. "You had sex in this bed, didn't you?"
My sisters flee the bed as quickly as they descended on it, shrieking.
I don't bother telling them that I was too sad and miserable to have sex last night. Watching them squirm is way more fun.
Eventually, they opt to pile up at the very foot of the bed, their legs drawn up to their chests as if to keep their feet in the safe zone. As if there's a safe zone when Bonx and I are together. I don't tell them that, either.
"Are you happy, Gemma?" Leia asks, watching my face.
"So freaking happy."
"He's good to you?"
"So good," I whisper, tears welling in my eyes.
"Holy crap." Heidi eyes me in shock. "You're in love with him."
I nod, not denying it. How can I? Why would I? Every piece of me belongs to him. I'll never deny that. Not for any reason. Not to anyone. "He's my whole heart," I say. It's the simplest, yet most profound truth I've ever spoken. He's my heart.
By the time mysisters leave an hour later, I finally feel at peace for the first time in my life. For once, all my cards are on the table, and the people closest to me know who I really am and what I want in life. And they didn't flip out. They didn't shame me. They aren't afraid of anyone finding out about the club. They don't care if I'm the perfect little angel or a sassy little brat. They just want the same things for me that I want for them.
Deep down, I think I knew that. But when you want something so badly, sometimes, the whispers of your heart get drowned out by the screams of your fear. Mine did.
Bronx walks in the door five minutes after they leave, looking anxious and worried. His eyes immediately come to me as he drops his keys on the table by the door. He kicks his shoes off and then crosses the room to me, pulling me up off the couch.
"You look better."
"Keen observation, Mr. Kaiser."
"It went well with your sisters?"
"They wanted to burn your bed. They're convinced we had sex in it."
"We haven't fucked in that bed yet."
