Chapter 46
Skye
I staredat myself in the bathroom mirror, cataloguing every one of my features. My pale eyes, my high cheekbones, the slightest dimple in one cheek when I grinned. As much as I didn’t want to believe it…
I did look like him.
The man from the Gulf.
The Crusader.
Avery.
Almost every memory of my family Chain growing up was now tainted.
Was Ben’s easy going attitude toward my affinities due to the fact that he wasn’t actually my father, so my upbringing wasn’t a concern for him?
Was Levi’s treatment of me because I’d been born from someone out of the Chain?
And maybe the worst one…was Levi’s possessive nature the result of my mother having…cheated?
It made sense. Painful sense. I could see any of the men in my own Chain acting similarly if I were to step out on them. Aiden and Rafe insisted they didn’t mind sharing me, but something told me they wouldn’t be so forgiving if it actually happened.
Aiden…my sweet boy would probably be okay with it. He might feel a little self-conscious initially, but he’d move on quickly.
Rafe would appear okay outwardly, but he’d probably have some inner turmoil.
And Wyatt…
Something told me Wyatt would be the angriest.
I shook my head. I’d gone from not wanting one man, to wanting two, to rejecting one…and now…
There was a polite knock on the door just as I started the shower. Aiden wouldn’t have knocked, so I knew who it was as the door swung open.
Rafe grinned at me, bracing himself against the door frame and looking so delicious I forgot what’d upset me.
“Plans?” he asked.
“I have school tomorrow and I haven’t been in several days. I need to study,” I said flatly.
Rafe waved a hand. “Take your shower and then wear something comfortable. You and I are going to have some fun.”
I raised an eyebrow.
Rafe sighed, a little exasperated. “Not that kind of fun…unless…well, I can’t lie to you. I definitely want you in my bed afterward, butuntil thenwe’re going to do something fun.”
“Fine,” I sighed, closing the door in his face.
Rafeand I did have fun.A lotof fun.
He’d picked some pasta recipe he found online for us to do together from scratch. I didn’t tell him I knew how to cook, it was too funny watching him try to measure things when he was confused on conversions.
As I took a bite of what was supposed to be carbonara, I couldn’t help but smile. Rafe had some flour on his cheek, and his expression was deeply thoughtful while he chewed.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“Not bad,” I replied.
