The Virgin Mary of Bad Decisions.
“You two were out,” I say sweetly. “I didn’t know you were getting home early.”
“You always know,” Orion snaps. “You’ve got six tracking apps on all of us!”
Callum coughs. “Seven.”
“Whatever,” Orion snarls.
Noah sulks dramatically, arms folding across his chest.
Elliot sighs. “We’ll reenact it later.”
Noah brightens instantly. “Really?”
“No,” Callum says flatly.
I grin at both of them. “Boys… you’re acting like you missed the last donut in the box.”
“You are the last donut in the box,” Orion says. “And someone else took the first bite.”
“Technically,” Callum says, “Elliot took the first bite. I just finished frosting her.”
Noah chokes. “He’s right. We were robbed.”
I cackle.
Even Elliot breaks, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
I lean back against Elliot, smug as a cat in a sunbeam.
“Then maybe you shouldn’t leave your donut unattended.”
Orion crossed to me like a storm cloud wearing combat boots, scoops me right off the bed, blanket and all.
“You’re making it up to us after your date,” he declares.
“Schedule it,” Elliot says, already reaching for his laptop.
I kiss Orion’s jaw.
“Boys… next time? Maybe we have Vitaly.”
Orion’s grip tightens. Possessive but considering.
Noah grins. “He’s going to love this.”
“Think he can handle this?” Callum snorts. “He’s giving me good boy vibes.”
Elliot hums. Thoughtful. Approving.
“That’s not a bad thing. Let’s bring him home first,” he says. “Then we’ll see what he can handle.”
I smile.
Because I already know.
He can handle everything.
