Jordan ran a hand through his hair, giving me a sympathetic look. "Violet. You're not safe here. Not when Alex and his dad are willing to let the nurse literally drug and violate you. What's next? They rape you? I'm sorry, we're not leaving you alone for even a second. Either of us."
I didn’t know where to look. I didn’t know what to think. But a huge part of me was literally hyperventilating at the thought of having both of them in this room with me.
“Okay, I trust this is safest,” I said softly, not stupid enough to push this issue out of my own discomfort. “But how is it going to work?”
Jordan gently shoved me toward the bathroom. “You can shower and change, and then we’ll all crawl into your more-than-big-enough bed and try and get some sleep.”
I swallowed hard, attempting to stop what I was thinking from spreading across my face.
“Okay, sure, sounds good,” I said in fake casualness. “Absolutely fine.”
I managed to walk my way to where my pajamas were and grab out a soft pair of shorts and the matching tank top. Clean underwear and we were good to go.
When I closed the bathroom door, shutting out those two perfect, gorgeous faces, I sank back against it.
I mean, this really wasn’t an issue in the larger scheme of things. I wasdoing stuffwith both of them, we’d all been naked—we could freaking sleep in the same bed. I just had a scary suspicion that the fire I had been playing with up to now, trying to juggle both princes, was on the edge of a raging inferno.
And I wasn’t sure I could handle the heat.
The shower helped relax me, and when I was done—hair braided, face clean and moisturized, legs shaved; basically everything I could do to delay the inevitable—I left the bathroom.
Jordan and Rafe were chatting, both of them leaning back on my headboard, long legs stretched out in front of them.Jesus.
A girl could get used to this.
“Bathroom’s free,” I said, and Jordan jumped to his feet, brushing a kiss across my face as he passed me.
Rafe also got to his feet, eyes dragging along my baby pink pjs, and from the heat there, one would think I was in the sexiest, skimpiest underwear in the world. I cleared my throat. “So, uh, thanks for taking my safety so seriously. I’ve never had anyone really give a fuck before. Not like this. So… yeah, thanks.”
I was rambling. I was fucking nervous for the stupidest reason.
“Come here,” Rafe ordered, holding his hand out. His face dared me to disobey him, so of course, that was exactly what I wanted to do.
The darkness in his face deepened, as did the butterflies in my stomach.
“Don’t make me come to you, Violence,” he drawled, eyes turning stormy. “Promise you won’t like it if I do.”
I tilted my chin back. “Hmmm, you might be wrong there. I think I’ll like it a lot.”
His lips twitched, the smallest of smiles appearing.
“How about a compromise?” I burst out before he could follow through with whatever he was going to say next. “I’ll meet you halfway?”
He took a long time to answer, and I heard the water turn off in my bathroom as Jordan finished up with whatever he was doing.
“I don’t compromise,” Rafe finally murmured, almost like he was surprised. “But I will for you.”
And then he took a step forward. I did the same thing, and in two more steps we stood right before each other.
“This is going to get you in trouble,” he said, fisting the thin cotton of my tank.
I snorted. “What? My pajamas?”
Rafe’s smirk grew more pronounced. “Well, yes, but also your smart mouth.”
I gave him my own full smile back. “Hmmm, I think you’re starting to love my smart mouth.”
He leaned down. “You might be right about that.” He said it so softly, but I heard him.
