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Roses and strawberries.
My eyes widen as I recognize the scent as my own.
I’m jolted back to the memories of last night.
The only time I used the de-scenter was at the beginning of the evening.
Shit!
Facts click together in my mind.
Julian and Damon brought me home with them last night. I must’ve started perfuming when I fell asleep in the car.
Shit! They know, my mind screams at me.
“Morning, Wildcat,” a male voice breaks me out of my mental chaos.
Damon’s sitting up in bed. The blanket has slid off his torso, revealing his delicious muscular abs. His amber eyes burn as they stare at me.
“Hey,” I squeak.
“Are you feeling better?” Another voice speaks up.
Julian sits up beside him. His silvery locks fall into his eyes as he yawns. He looks so damn beautiful and cute!
I swallow, feeling my pussy throb.
My body wants to be close to them. It wants to know how it feels to run my tongue over their lips for a taste.
“Iris?” Julian calls. He’s climbing off the bed and hurrying toward me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I say, jumping away as he reaches for me. “I just came in to say I’m making breakfast. Hope you’re hungry!”
I dash out of the room before he can get a hold of me.
They know, my mind screams as I run into the kitchen.
It won’t be long before Caleb and Raiden know too.
I open the cabinets and grab the ingredients I need for pancakes. My mind is in a complete daze as I start mixing the flour, eggs, and milk.
I worry whether they hate me for hiding something like this from them.
Would let me sleep beside them if they hated me?I ask myself.
Some of my panic ebbs as I realize they don’t hate me enough to abandon me up in the attic. They made sure I slept in the same room as them to make me feel protected.
I didn’t want them to know this soon but maybe it’s a blessing in disguise. I won’t have to feel guilty every time they’re being nice to me. I’ll be much freer around them as well. It’s been one hell of a week to hide this from them.
The smell of cooking pancakes relaxes me further.
Dipping a finger in the batter, I taste it.
I exhale a heavy breath and relax. I hadn’t screwed up the batter while my mind was busy panicking.
Julian and Damon walk into the kitchen when I’m frying the second batch of pancakes.
“That smells heavenly,” says Julian, moving toward the counter to pour himself some coffee.
