“Do you think Bell and I could talk to the doctor who was here earlier?” I ask, my fingers rubbing over my neck again.
“Yes,” Abbott says simply. “I can ask him to come over tonight if you’d like?”
“Please,” I say, meeting Bellamy’s gaze.
“Someone implanted something in us that needs to be removed,” Bell says. “Heat suppressant and other shit Bret didn’t completely explain. It could be starting to wear off, because I remember there were scent suppressants in that cocktail. The girls used to talk when they didn’t think anyone could hear them.”
“I see,” Abbott says. His face doesn’t bely any emotion, but his brown eyes get darker with anger.
“He’s dead,” I tell him, hoping that’ll help. “Someone named Makayla blew up his cock I heard.”
The alphas blink at my crass words before they grin.
“I hope she made it hurt,” Shiloh growls. “I’ll have to add him to the murder list so I have the pleasure of putting a check mark next to it.”
“He likes his lists,” Ansel shrugs. “Do you need anything else?”
“I don’t think so,” Bellamy admits.
“Add a small fridge to your shopping list, please,” Abbott says. “There’s a bathroom up here as well.”
“It’s perfect,” I say. “Thank you.”
“Sleep well,” Cassidy says. It feels like this is a code, because they all slowly turn and begin to walk down the stairs as they murmur goodbyes.
“Oh, and Bellamy, Winter?” Abbott asks, stopping abruptly.
“Yes?” Bell asks, his hand fisting as he waits for someone to destroy this dream.
“Consider this our official bid to court you both. Just because you’re our scent matches, doesn’t mean there won’t be romance too,” he says.
As the door closes at the bottom of the stairs, Bellamy and I stare at each other with a pillow in each of our hands.
“Is this real life?” I ask.
“Yeah, Beloved. It is,” he says. “I don’t know how though.”
Our socked feet slide over the floor as we approach the bed, and we crawl onto it before I pull the blanket over Bellamy as well. The pillows are cool when we put our heads down, and we both moan happily.
I don’t know where he put the phone or card, but we won’t need it for at least a few hours.
“How long do you think it’ll take before I can trust this?” I ask softly.
Bell smiles sadly at me before he tugs me against him. We’re now sharing a pillow, not that it bothers either of us. Sighing, Ibask in the safety of his arms around me, and feel myself losing the fight with consciousness.
“One day, it’ll just feel right. It could be two weeks or two years, I just can’t tell you,” he says honestly. “Sleep with me. I’ll do my best to keep away the nightmares, Beloved.”
“You always do,” I rasp.
Sometimes, it’s enough, and others the darkness claims us.
Chapter
Ten
CASSIDY
Bellamy and Winterreally hate exercise. Not only that, their muscles have atrophied from lack of movement, which means we need to work on flexibility and strength.
