“It’s all her.”
Sienna stares out at us, wide eyes sunken in undeniable pain. There’s no color to this canvas, no vibrancy.
“Pink,” I mutter, my fingers dancing over various tubes. “I need pink.”
Not just pink – perfect, light, blush pink. A touch lighter than candyfloss.
Gray touches my arm, his face sad. “You’ve found your muse again.”
Blowing out a breath, I nod. I already have more ideas in mind, but they’re opaque, only the edges visible. I need more. More Sienna.
“I’m pleased for you.” Gray’s words are genuine, and I finally look at him properly, taking in the pale tint to his skin, the dark shadows under his eyes. My heart clenches, even as part of me wants to head straight to the sad omega carrying out her impossible task across the hall.
“I didn’t want this.” I repeat the same words I said to Sienna.
Gray takes a small step closer to me, his eyes darkening further. “So, what did you want?”
I hesitate. “I’m greedy, Gray. I want it all. I don’t want to have to hide what we have from the world. I’m not ashamed of loving someone.”
“Fuck,” he says wretchedly. “I’m not ashamed of us, Lo. I never meant to make you feel that way. It’s just… it’s not just us we have to think about. We’re a pack.”
“And now there’s Sienna…” My tongue curls around her name, the faint promise of raspberries.
“And now there’s Sienna.”
Gray’s acknowledgement of my silent question settles something in my chest, and I turn to him.
“Love isn’t limited to one person,” I breathe. He looks away from me, and I touch his face, taking in the faint lines around his mouth, signs of laughter etched into his familiar features.
“I miss you,” I say quietly. “So much, Gray. But I can’t live like that again.”
His face tightens. “Tell me what that means,” he says, his tone urgent. “I’m not always good at reading between the lines, Logan. You need to tell me what you want.”
“I want to step into the light,” I breathe. “With you. And with Sienna, if she’ll have me. Haveus.”
“Us.” Gray looks uncertain.
“You want her,” I accuse gently. “I saw your face when you walked away from her. It hit you even harder than the rest of us.”
His forehead leans in until it rests against mine, our soft breathing mingling together in perfect familiarity. “I feel her,” he confesses. “Fuck, Lo, I can barely breathe for feeling it.”
I smile against his mouth. “You’re going to look so good together. I can’t wait to paint it.”
He shudders, pressing into me so I can feel his cock harden “Fuck, Lo.”
Gently, I push him back. “You need to take it easy. With her, I mean.”
“I know,” he groans. “I just… it’s so hard to be around her and not touch her that it’s easier to push her away.”
“Don’t push too far.”
He swallows, stepping away. “I’ll do better. For both of you. I swear.”
I smile, feeling a little more hopeful. “I know.”
25
SIENNA
