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“I need to start watching what I eat and getting back in shape. We, um have a physical coming up,” he says, looking at King. King whoops.
“Hell fucking yes, we do!” I’m so confused, but they seem super happy.
The guys polish off the rest of the cupcakes, and I pull out pizza dough to whip up a few pies. I don’t know why they are here instead of at the party, but I’m happy they came by. My dad comes home right as I’m pulling the third pizza out, and he freezes when he sees Ash.
“Tristan?” he mumbles, and I scrunch my nose up. Who the hell is Tristan? “How…” He clears his throat. “How are you? I didn’t think I would ever see you again. Especially not in my kitchen,” he continues, and Ash steps forward.
“I owe you an apology. I should have never reacted the way I did. I’m sorry, Grant,” Ash says, and my dad shocks me when he pushes Carter aside and almost tackles Ash in a hug.
“You will always be a part of this family, Ashton Tristan Daniels. No matter what.” They stay like that until Dom gets uncomfortable and coughs.
When my dad lets Ash go, I notice both of their eyes are watery. I don’t say anything because I don’t know what the fuck is going on. The timer goes off, and I grab the last pizza, cut them all into slices, then let the guys at them.
We chat, and my dad even offers the guys a beer. I think this is the longest I’ve been in a room with my dad in over a month. Something is going on between him and my mom. “That was so good, sweetheart,” my dad says appreciatively as he wipes some grease from his fingers with a napkin. The guys grunt and nod in agreement, and I laugh.
“I’m so glad you enjoyed them because clean-up is all on you,” I say, pushing my chair back. “I’m going to take a hot bubble bath and then watch a movie. Are you guys staying?” I ask Dom, King, and Carter.
They look at my dad, and he rolls his eyes. “Tristan has been staying the night since Gracie turned sixteen. I don’t approve, but Gracie’s eighteen,” he says with a shrug. Ash rubs the back of his neck. His cheeks are flushed, and he won’t look at me.
“Okay, then,” I say and turn to leave, but stop and spin back around.
“If you would like to stay too, Ash, you’re welcome. My bed isn’t huge, but I’m sure we could figure something out.”
I don’t wait for his reply. I have been dreaming about a bubble bath since I mentioned it to Hope. Shit! That reminds me, I need to talk to Dom about his interfering. I don’t need someone to find me friends. Yes, I was lonely, but I’m okay now that I have the guys. I think I may actually be happy.
Ashton
“This is weird,” I repeat for the twentieth time. Carter groans, and Dom slaps the back of my head.
“Enough, Ash. You don’t have to sleep with her. Go grab the mattress from the guest bed and drop it on the floor,” he suggests, and I take a few deep breaths.
“You guys aren’t going to like…” I trail off, suddenly feeling nauseous. I know they are all fucking, and King mentioned asking her out officially, but I can’t see that. I’ll either kick someone's ass or join in, and we are not at that point.
I don’t know if we ever will be.
King laughs, “No, Ash, we’re not going to have a full-blown orgy with you here. Not only would that make Gracie uncomfortable, but I don’t think I could handle you touching her until you’ve officially forgiven her.”
“I don’t know if I ever will, King. Until we know the whole truth…” I shake my head, and he nods. Carter leaves the room and yells for us to help him with the mattress. Dom and King move to help, but I stay.
Her room hasn’t changed much. The big white bed still has the teal and purple bedding, and it’s covered in pillows. She always had to have a shit ton. I shuffle over to her wall and freeze. All the photos that she used to have are gone.
“My parents removed them. I asked what was there once, and my mom said it’s to make sure I don’t cause any more brain damage,” Gracie says with a sigh. I turn to face her. Her cheeks are flushed, and her blonde hair is up in a messy bun.
She’s wearing pajama shorts and an old T-shirt. My breath catches at how gorgeous she is. She’s lost some weight, but she still has an amazing body. I notice she’s not wearing a bra, and her breasts stretch out the material.
“I’m surprised you kept it,” I mutter, and she looks down. Her gray eyes widen, and she bites her bottom lip.
“I didn’t realize it was yours. Do you want me to take it off? Do you want it back? I’ve been sleeping in it a lot lately,” she rushes to say, and my dick perks up. I have always loved her in my clothes.
I shake my head, and the guys return, laughing about something. They toss the mattress on the floor, and Gracie laughs. “Please tell me you didn’t make a mess in there. I don’t need my mom on my case again,” she groans, but she’s smiling.
“Who, me?” King teases with a smirk, and she rolls her eyes.
“Fine, I’ll clean it tomorrow. Is the kitchen picked up?” Dom nods and grabs her hand, pulling her to the bed. He kicks off his shoes and starts stripping to his boxers. Gracie’s eyes widen, and King’s and Carter’s do the same.
Fuck, why is this so damn awkward? I’m wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, so I remove my shoes and leave them on. I pull my T-shirt off, and I don’t miss the way Gracie’s eyes trail my torso, landing on the tattoo over my right pec.
“Doll,” she whispers, and then her eyes roll back as she groans and clutches her head.
