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A pair of lips press against the back of my neck. “I love you too,” Oliver’s voice whispers in my ear.
“And, I love you,” Simon says, pecking my cheek.
Warmth flares in my chest as I sit while they comb and brush my hair, feeling like the luckiest omega in the world.
When I’m fully dry, they help me put on a loose pullover. Sinking my elbow into a cushion, I lean on the bed and stare at my mates.
“You guys should put on something warm too,” I say, staring at their bare chests. “I don’t want you catching a cold because of me.”
“Is there anything here for us?” Oliver asks.
“There are some sweatshirts in the wardrobe over there,” I say, pointing toward a cupboard in the corner. “You can wear them.”
Simon heads toward the wardrobe and opens it. “Ahh! I was missing this green hoodie for a while.”
“Sorry, I sneaked it out of the laundry basket,” I say as embarrassment washes over me. “I liked how it smelled.”
Simon comes over and presses a kiss on my cheek. “You missed me, didn’t you?”
I give a quiet nod.
A heavy sigh escapes him as he pulls me into a hug. “I’m sorry we’re not spending enough time with you.”
“It’s okay,” I say, clinging to him. “I know you guys are busy trying to catch the remaining members of the Black Widow.”
“That reminds me,” Oliver says, pulling on a T-shirt. “We got a present for you.” Looking toward Simon, he makes a silent gesture.
Next moment, Simon gets off the bed and hurries out of the room.
“Where’s he going?” I ask.
“He’s going downstairs to bring up the present,” Oliver says, coming to sit down on the edge of the bed. “We also bought pizza and beer for dinner.”
A grin forms on my lips at the mention of food.
Simon comes back into the room with his arms full of pizza boxes. I shift to the side, making space for him to keep everything on the bed.
A sleek black case sitting on top of the pizza boxes catches my eye. “What’s this?” I ask, picking it up. “Wow, it’s kind of heavy.”
“That’s our present,” Simon says, sitting down beside me. “Open it.”
Opening the lid, I stare down at the revolver that’s nestled inside the box. “Wow,” I breathe. “You got a gun for me?”
“You should have one with you at all times,” Oliver says, shifting closer to me. “If the senator or one of his minions show up again, just shoot them in the head.”
My finger slides over the cool, metallic body of the gun. “I need to start practicing again.”
“Do you know how to use a gun, Rory?” Simon asks.
“Yeah, I do,” I say with a sigh. “Dad taught me when I was younger. I wish I’d taken more interest in getting better at it instead of thinking it was a waste of time. I was such an idiot,” I finish with a groan.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Oliver says, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “You can start practicing and get better at it.”
“Would I be allowed to use the shooting range?” I ask, staring between my twin mates.
“Of course,” they reply in unison. “What’s ours is yours, Princess.”
A chuckle escapes me as I stare down at the gun. “Thank you so much for this gift. I promise to make good use of it.”
