I bite my lower lip, considering the offer. Tonight has been a lot, but my shoulders no longer feel heavy. My tears have long dried, and if I want to pursue this, I have my own testing to do.
I delicately work the tie of my robe, sliding it off until it hits the floor. They’ve seen me naked so many times, but it doesn’t stop the nerves that eat away at me every time.
Kairo’s head tilts, his eyes darkening. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
I preen under his compliment before sliding under the covers. I situate myself in the middle of the bed while the guys practically trip over themselves to undress. Roman takes his shirt off as he faces me, and my mouth falls open in shock at the ink over his heart.
“Roman?” I ask.
He turns to me, lifting a brow.
“Why do you have my name tattooed on you?”
His mouth moves, but no sound comes out before hehums. “Umm…”
Over his heart, my name is spelled in delicate, gentle curling cursive. It’s expressive and beautiful in its design, the black, thin ink contrasting with all of his other sharply etched tattoos.
Kairo shoves Roman’s shoulder, getting a good look at my name. “How the fuck have I never noticed that?”
Maddox’s brows hit his hairline. “How long have you had it?”
Roman looks away from us, his neck turning red. “I got it right after high school. It was my first tattoo.”
Oh, my god.
“Did you get it in—” I begin, only for Roman to finish my sentence.
“Remembrance of you? Yes.”
There’s no hesitation behind his words. Only pure truth and certainty. He got the tattoo to remember me by, and sick satisfaction uncurls in my chest. Is it wrong of me to find this so achingly sweet? Maybe, but I can’t help my reaction. They’re ruining any emblem of sanity I thought I once had, because I find this adorable.
This big, burly man has my fucking name tattooed over his chest.
“Is it too much?” He asks as he scratches the back of his neck.
I smile. “Not at all. I think it’s cute…”
His shoulders sink with relief. “I planned to tell you before this, but I wasn’t thinking.”
I pat the spot beside me, beckoning him to lie down with me. All three men join me, Roman slides in on my left side, while Maddox takes the right. Kairo is closer to the edge, next to Maddox, and he grumbles as he pulls the covers over him.
“Shut up,” Roman says lightheartedly as he flicks the bedside lamp off.
“I’m sleeping with Thorn tomorrow night.” Kairo proclaims as we settle in.
To appease him, I slide my hand under Maddox’s pillow and intertwine our fingers. This way, I have a hold on all three of them. Our bed is warm and comfortable, and I feel fully protected with all three of them crowding around me. My night terror is a distant memory now as Roman wraps an arm around my waist, fitting my backside perfectly in his lap as he holds me. Maddox faces me, an arm curled under his pillow as he snakes the other over my hip. Kairo holds my hand tightly, brushing his thumb over my knuckle as I begin to lull.
Going to sleep is always the hardest for me. I usually spend the first hour tossing and turning with the lurking suspicion of whether I’ll have a bad dream. But tonight, I can feel the relaxation weighing me down. It could be how tightly I’m snug between them, but it calls me to sleep much quicker than any other night. As I begin to drift, all I can think of is how perfectly I fit between them, and how I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sleep alone again.
Not after tonight.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Rosalie
“Good work today, ladies!” The choreographer claps as she smiles brightly. We’re all drenched with sweat, and I can hardly catch my breath as I dab a towel over my temples.
I need to work out more for this tour.
