It’s official—big-time kink fully unlocked. Fucking Frost and those liquid hips, God. That man is sin on a stick.
I'm so lost to the lust I barrel right into someone. “Shit, sorry.”
I look up to find my Golden-Eyed Boy smiling at me. He looks at me intently then grunts out, “It’s okay.”
Whoa. God, his voice is soft yet strong, the tone giving me chills.
“3, amazing job! Are you practicing speaking?”
He nods, standing taller. He’s proud of himself. That makes me so happy.
“Do you want me to practice with you?” I ask.
“Yes.” He nods once, taking my hand. He leads me back to our shared room.
I must admit, I’ve grown to love snuggling up to him every night. His presence comforts me. He helps chase away the nightmares.
We get inside, and I kick off my shoes, moving to the chair in our room and getting comfortable. 3 takes a seat on the sofa close to me.
“How about you try to tell me what you’ve been working on. We'll go from there.”
3 furrows his brow in concentration. His jaw works as he attempts to push the words out.
“Phoe... Phoenyxx. I-I lo... love you.”
I clap my hands in excitement. “I love you right back, 3!” I really hate having to call him 3. “Do you remember anything about who you are? A name?”
He stamps his foot, clearly frustrated at the repeat question.
“I get it—I do. I didn’t know my own name until we got here. I was raised by those awful Solomons...”
Before I can finish my sentence, he turns ghostly white.
“Sol...” he tries, but slams his mouth shut.
“Do you recognize that name?”
“First. Names.” he grits out.
“Betty and Matthew.” I frown, wondering why he’s asking.
“Betty?” 3 stands suddenly, upending the coffee table in front of him. Glass from the tabletop crashes to the floor, making me flinch back.
A parade of running feet sound on the tiled floor in the hallway, and my door crashes open.
“What the fuck was that?” a red-faced Purge shouts.
“We heard it in the computer lab, man!” Thor follows up.
“It’s okay—calm the hell down. 3 recognized Betty Solomon’s name and reacted strongly. I’m fine.”
Purge’s head whips towards 3. “Is that right?”
3 stares daggers at him. “Yes.”
Purge’s eyes widen. “You can speak now?”
3 nods once.
