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“Clearly.” I chortled.

He nudged me with his foot and closed his eyes again.

“You’ve been on this sofa all day.” I found myself pointing out.

“No.” The other denied “I’ve been up and around for lunch and dinner. Anyhow, it’s a comfortable sofa.”

It was true, I had to give him that.

“Fatass.” I mumbled instead of agreeing.

Matthew’s hazel orbs just twinkled with amusement.

“Have you had dinner?” Stryker’s voice called again.

I had, in fact, had the stir-fry rice Max had made. I nodded. Stryker nodded back, satisfied, and went back to the conversation.

“What’s he like?” Matthew asked curiously.

I turned my attention back to him, “who, Stryker? Great.”

“Great? Jack’s my partner and he’s far fromgreat.”

“I mean, he expects a lot. He’s tough as shit during training. But apart from that, he really is.” I insisted earnestly.

“Yeah, no, he seems cool.” The boy bopped his head in agreement “but you’re always complaining about what an asshole he is, so.”

“I’m not.” I protested, eyes widening “only after training! He makes me do push-ups every morning. A lot of them.” I explained, eyes darkening seriously.

Matthew chuckled- a deep, rumbly sound.

I suddenly had an urge to see him naked again; I shook myself internally, scolding myself for it.No you don’t, you absolutefreak.

But I wanted those hazel eyes to stay glued to me, I wanted his mouth on me, I wanted to hear his moans-

No. You. Don’t.

Fuck my life.

“Jack does twenty pull-ups every morning.” Matthew mused “tried to get me into it at first, but I can never get past twelve. Especially not first thing in the morning.”

I snorted “I can do fifteen.” I boasted “my record is seventeen. That’sfivemore than you.” I poked my tongue out childishly.

Matthew rolled his eyes and flipped me off.

I grinned.

I was rudely awaken at 4 in the morning by Stryker and Dean entering the bedroom.

I groaned, mumbling at them to shut the hell up before drifting off again.

That didn’t last long.

“Stryker? Stryker. Stryker.”

I was roused from my sleep, eyes blinking open blearily.

Stryker, from his own bed, seemed to have the same reaction.