“You seem troubled, girl,” Lucy says. “Hungover?”
I shake my head, my mind in overdrive. “What do you guys make of Lance?” I ask, still stuck on his comment from before.
“He’s hot!” Megan chuckles. “That beard he has going on.”
I smile as she drives the heaviness away. “I think he heard us last night, talking about Mase. He just mentioned it in the kitchen.”
“Heard what?” Lucy frowns.
“About shagging his brains out. You mentioned a proposal too.” I smirk over at her. “I don’t think he likes me.”
“Why, because he thinks you want to marry Mason Lowell? I mean, is he blind? I don’t think there is a girl on earth who wouldn’t want to marry him.”
“True,” I laugh. “Maybe I’m reading too much into it.”
“Probably,” Lucy mutters, dropping her head to rest against mine.
“I need food,” Megan groans, and just as she says it, the door flies open, and Elliot saunters in.
“Good morning, beautiful girls.” He stands in only a pair of white boxer briefs, holding a tray of food.
The man’s godly, and he knows it.
“Thank you, Jesus.” Lucy smiles up at the ceiling.
“Come here, big boy. Mumma wants some of what you got,” Megan says, grabbing the tray when he gets close enough and pulling it to her lap.
Elliot steals a piece of toast before Megan can inhale it all, then leans across our legs to pass it to Luce. I snatch some for myself.
We sit in silence, devouring the buttery pieces of heaven.
“You can go again now.” Megan grins up at Elliot.
“You just want to look at my arse,” he laughs, stealing the last piece before turning for the door. I shake my head after the cocky bastard.
Megan’s elbow shoots out and into my ribs and I look to her with a frown.
She nods over at Lucy who sits, licking her lips as she watches Elliot’s retreating back.
“Good toast, huh, Luce?”
She snaps her eyes away, blinking rapidly as her cheeks turn crimson. “Piss off.” She smiles. “That man is far too easy on the eye—we all know that. He should be in a museum. Mute. He’s the epitome of look but don’t touch.”
“Amen to that sister,” Megan agrees.
Everything falls quiet, and I close my eyes, enjoying the peacefulness.
“Nina, you’re not holding out on us, are you?” Megan pipes up, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
I burrow into the bed, hiding beneath the covers, but they are ripped from my grip, expectant faces glaring down at me. “Later girls, we’ve already established how big Lance’s ears are,” I say with a chuckle.
“Yes, good point.” Megan nods. “Another good point…”Here we go. “Mason is seriously packing. I had that all up in my face last night, so I’m pretty certain, but can you confirm or deny?”
I laugh as I think back to the club, the girls listening outside the door. I look between them, my smile wide. “Confirmative girls. It’s an earth-shattering, toe-curling, confirmative.”
We all sigh.
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