I bite my lip, fighting a laugh that becomes almost impossible when Julien starts explaining a 2-2-1 rule for cushion arrangement.
“No,” I drawl, cutting through their voices as I meet their eyes. “It’s not that.”
I pause, tilting my head like I’m weighing something important.
“It’s just…” I let the silence stretch, almost cruel. “Small.”
Sai’s smirk slides into a feral smile, catching on before any of the others.
“It won’t fit everyone,” I clarify sweetly, perching on the edge, smoothing my palm over it as I look at my men.
They’re quiet. Too quiet. But their eyes are darting between each other, speaking a thousand words without saying one.
“We can make it fit,” Sai says smoothly, voice low and absolutely filthy.
Julien turns without a word to Ezekial. “Bring the earth elemental back. Now.”
Ezekial pulls out his phone. “I’ve already wiped his memory. We might need to wait—”
“No.” Kane’s voice stills everyone.
Ezekial frowns, silver gaze narrowing on his brother. “Why not?”
Kane doesn’t answer. He just steps closer until he’s standing over me with those stormy eyes.
“This isyourroom.” His deep voice sends a pleasant chill along my spine. “Not ours. Yours.”
Like this space isn’t already filled with them. Like I don’t love every piece of it. Like I don’t want more.
I slowly stand, keeping our eyes locked as I close the distance.
“Okay,” I murmur, conspiratorial, fingers pressing to his sternum.
His cat-like eyes flick down, watching my fingers step up his chest that only stop when I reach the notch of his throat.
“This ismyroom,” I echo softly, then lower my voice. “AndIwant a bigger bed.”
I glance down. “Maybe one that’s built into the floor? A little lower, but a lot bigger. Like… the size of this rug? So we have room for… sleeping.”
The room is the quietest it’s ever been. Only the distant chirp of birds interrupts.
“We could dismantle it ourselves,” Julien suggests while inspecting the bed.
“Let’s burn it.”
Ezekial scoffs, phone forgotten. “We’re not fucking burning it, Sai.”
Julien tilts his head. “It might be quicker.”
Sai grins as crackles curl between his fingers.
“Stop encouraging him.” Ezekial pinches the bridge of his nose.
Kane’s fingers brush my cheek, pulling me back to him. “We can have another room created.” His shadows trail over my skin. “This is your room. Your space. You don’t need to share—”
“I want to share,” I say it like it’s obvious, because it is. Because for the first time, it feels right.
This isn’t borrowed or temporary. And I want to share it with them.
