“I could have gone,” I mumble as I chew.
“It’s too much fun watching you eat,” Harlan smirks. “Syrus was pissed when he found out you hadn’t eaten. He suggested the wrap.”
“So good,” I agree.
“We want to take care of you as long as you let us,” he says.
“Speak for yourself,” Izzy mutters. “I want to take care of her even when she won’t let us.”
Thank goodness I finished swallowing, because I definitely would have choked.
“Glad to hear it,” I grin, shaking my head.
Welcome to my crazy little life. I love it here.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Kyren
“Why are you wiggling?” Syrus complains as Silva struggles to escape the bed. “I thought you were going to sleep in with me?”
I got up around six this morning with Izzy and Harlan to work out. I just finished showering and dressing in the other room, and was about to get her up. She suggested that we go ice skating earlier in the day since schools are out today.
“I have to pee,” she hisses with a laugh. “Syrus, please!”
“Bah,” Syrus chuckles, releasing Silva so she can crawl off the giant bed and run to the bathroom.
We were busy while she was at work and we purchased her a new bed. It’s huge, but fits the room. Izzy made sure to clean up, and then taught us the art of making a bed the way Silva would want. It also has the same adjustable mattress that she likes.
The corners are perfect, her blankets and pillows are piled up the way she likes as well. Each of us notices different things about Silva, but nesting like things is all Izzy.
When she noticed it after her shower, she laughed, and then proceeded to crawl under the sheets and happily passed out. We hung out at the club for a little while after bringing her coffee and food. She was slammed, but at least she had food and caffeine in her belly.
“Are you stealing her away?” Syrus asks sleepily.
“Yes,” I chuckle. “I’m taking her on a date. Where do you suggest I take her for lunch later?”
“Evelyn’s,” he murmurs. “Silva loves their soup.”
“After ice skating, I think that’ll be perfect,” I agree.
“Do you know how to skate?” Syrus asks, yawning as he stretches. The blanket slides down his body, and his cock makes it tent up.
“Nope,” I say, yanking my eyes away from Syrus’ dick.
“Glad I didn’t have to remind you where my eyes were,” he chuckles. “Silva is a good teacher. You’ll be fine as long as you pay attention to her.”
“She doesn’t know I don’t know how to skate,” I say, rubbing the back of my neck nervously. It’s warm, and I have no doubts that it’s as red as my hair.
“Well, it’s not gonna be a secret for long,” he snarks.
“Haha. I know,” I sigh. “I’m going to go make her coffee.”
Leaving her to get dressed, the coffee is ready by the time she comes downstairs.
“Ooh, yay,” she cheers, wrapping her hands around the travel cup. This way, she can enjoy it while we head to the rink.
“Good morning,” I say, leaning forward to kiss her lips.
