“The sitter left Peabody at home. What if they come back? What if they hurt him?” I’m close to tears again. Fuck.
“I’ll go.” He brings me around the couch and sits me down. “Dante should be back shortly. He went to pick up lunch. I’ll go get Peabody.”
“I can go with you.” When I try to stand, he keeps me down.
“No, Sara. Let me go and take care of this. Stay here.”
I swallow and he cups my jaw.
“I’ve got this.” He kisses me gently before grabbing his keys and heading out the door.
I stand and pace, unable to sit still. How could I forget about Peabody? Maybe because I was wrapped up in two guys giving me orgasms?
It was so easy to just let them take care of everything. To let them sweep me into this life with them. Fuck, I haven’t even told Drew that I’m living with them now. What will he think?
Probably nothing. He doesn’t seem to have any hard limits when it comes to me. But still, I should let him know.
Me:
Can’t stay at home. Moved in with the guys.
Drew:
Are you safe?
Me:
Yeah.
Drew:
Good. Brunch tomorrow?
Me:
Yes please
Drew:
Send me your address
I blow out a breath and some of the heaviness lifts from me. Drew is easy. I like that about him. I text him the guys’ address and set my phone to the side.
Damn, it’s quiet. I’ve never been in their apartment alone. I perk up. I’m alone in their apartment.
Standing, I rush over to the other doors. Which one to pick first? I push open Dante’s door and step inside. It’s neat as a pin. His king-sized bed is made with crisp white sheets. I’m tempted to jump on it and mess it up.
The whole room is big with dark wood furniture. He has a desk in one corner and a huge bathroom with an extra large shower, no tub.
The scent in here is divine and I spritz his cologne in the air to smell it. It’s nice, but it smells so much better on him.
I make sure not to leave anything disturbed and go into the hallway. This time I pick Finn’s door. I step inside and his cologne hangs heavy in the air. His dark sheets and comforter are rumpled on the bed. Clothes overflow his hamper.
He has books and notes all over his nightstands. I pick up a few and read the backs. Finn won’t mind if I’m in his room and he probably won’t be able to tell if I move anything. His bathroom is a jumble of stuff on the counter.
It fits him.
I walk out into the hall and stand in front of Wyatt’s door. The others didn’t feel like an invasion but Wyatt’s does. Until I remember the camera in my room.
