I would’ve thought they’d already have decided on something and started it at this point, but I guess they were waiting for me.
“The first one?” I ask from my spot in one of the cushy movie theater seats. I didn’t realize the guys had a whole-ass theater in their house when they asked about a film.
I’m currently sharing an oversized seat with Colt. I guess Rook was right about him missing me because he scooped me up as soon as I walked in. He carried me to our seat, and that was that. Not that I mind. I’m enjoying essentially cuddling with him.
I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t enjoy his touch. I shouldn’t let any of them in. But I’m too fucking defeated by today to care. Tomorrow, I’ll go back to being responsible Lark. Tonight, though, I’m just going to soak up the comfort he’s offering.
Hal and Remy tossed Colt dirty looks after he stole me, but they settled on claiming the seats right next to me. Remy has his arm slung over the back of our chairs, playing with one of mybraids. Hal’s passing me snacks from his chair and tossing me grins every chance he gets.
Win rolls her eyes. “Duh. The rest of them aren’t worth watching.”
I grin at her. “Sounds perfect.”
She returns my smile and hops up to go start the film. She also turns off the lights, making everything feel cozy.
Colt leans down to whisper, “Need any other snacks or anything else, sweetheart?”
I smile up at him. “Nah, I’m good, but thanks.”
Relaxing into Colt’s side, I settle in to watch one of my favorite movies. As much as I loveIron Man, though, my eyes start to feel heavy only a few scenes in. Deciding to rest them for a moment, I drift off to sleep.
“Lark,sweetheart, you need to wake up for a bit,” a deep voice calls, startling me out of my dreamless sleep.
I bolt upright and look around through bleary eyes, wondering what the emergency is. My heart’s pounding so loud that I can barely hear myself breathlessly ask, “What?”
Colt runs a hand down my back, trying to soothe me. “It’s two in the morning. Are you good with spending the night here? Or do you need me to take you home?”
Realizing nothing’s wrong, I collapse back against the theater seat and fling an arm over my face.
I’m way too tired to care where I sleep tonight, as long as I’m safe. And, for better or worse, I feel safe around the guys. “I’m fine crashing here for the night.”
“Great. You can sleep in my room, then.”
I hear someone coughing in the background, and Colt gives them a dirty look. But I don’t pay much attention to it when I’m fighting just to keep my eyes open. I guess the day exhausted me more than I thought.
I shrug. “Okay.”
He rewards me with a big grin before pushing to his feet. Colt holds out a hand, and I take it, letting him pull me upright. When I’m standing, he lifts me up by my waist. Once I have my arms and legs wrapped around his bulky frame, he moves one arm under my ass and the other around my back.
We start walking out of the room, and all the guys stop their various cleaning tasks to wish me goodnight. I don’t see Wes and Win anywhere, so they must’ve already gone to bed.
Hal gives me a half smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes as I pass by him. “Night, wild girl.”
Rook offers me a small wave. “Goodnight, dove.”
Remy grins with his whole being as our gazes connect. “Sleep tight,alouette.”
“Night, everyone,” I mumble into Colt’s shoulder, already starting to drift off before we make it out of the movie room. There’s something about the four of them that puts me at ease in a way nothing and no one else does.
Colt’s steps lull me half to sleep as he carries me to his room. Who knows how long later, he pushes open a door and walks inside a space. Letting me slide down his body, Colt puts me on my feet.
Glancing around his room, I sleepily note that it’s decorated in shades of blue and gray. A driftwood bed and matching nightstands dominate the space, with a sleek gray desk off in one corner.
While his room is neat, there are still touches of him in the cameras and baseball gear scattered about. A shelf neatly displays some Little League baseball trophies, and his wallsare dotted with black-and-white pictures of landscapes and his friends and family.
“What do you usually sleep in?” Colt asks, breaking me out of my thoughts. “You can borrow one of my tees, if you want.”
He holds up the shirt in question, and I nod. “That’s fine.”
