The three of them exchange looks.
“While you were in the hospital,” Zephyr admits. “We emptied it out. Just in case.”
“In case what?”
“In case you needed somewhere to go,” Jax says quietly.
My eyes burn. “You knew I’d end up here, didn’t you?”
Zephyr shrugs. “Hoped.”
“Prayed,” Callum adds.
Jax just looks at me. He doesn’t say anything. But his expression says everything.
I turn away before I start crying.
“You sit and tell us what to do,” Zephyr says.
“You’re not allowed to do anything,” Callum commands.
Jax hangs things in the closet. Zephyr arranges books on the shelf. Callum folds shirts with surprising competence. We work in comfortable silence for a while. Then Callum breaks it.
“So,” he says casually. “Sleeping arrangements.”
“What about them?” Jax asks.
“Well, we have four people and I’m thinking—”
“The guest bedroom is now Tiger’s bedroom,” Jax interrupts.
“I vote we all pile into Jax’s bed,” Callum continues like he didn’t hear him. “King size. Plenty of room.”
“We’re not animals,” Jax says.
“Speak for yourself.”
“Cal.”
“What? I’m just saying what we’re all thinking.”
“You’re saying whatyou’rethinking.”
Zephyr looks at me. “What do you want, Tiger?”
The question stops everything.
What do I want?
My heart starts to race when I think about what I truly want. I want them close. I want to know they’re there. And I want to not wake up alone, wondering if this is all real and questioning where I stand.
But I’m also scared. Scared of moving too fast. Scared of messing this up. Scared of wanting too much.
“I don’t know,” I admit quietly.
Callum sits on the edge of the bed. “That’s okay. We can figure it out as we go.”
Jax runs his hand through his hair. “This is your bedroom now. That’s not up for debate. But...” He pauses. “The door stays unlocked. If you need anything, we’re right down the hall.”
