“Come on,” she giggles, patting either side of her.
Beck claims one spot, flopping onto his back and pulling Maddy close. She’s still giggling, but it’s a loose, sleepy sound now. Caleb eases in on her other side, lying on his side, arm draped over her waist. I slide in next to him, propped up against the headboard, waiting to see where the pieces fall.
Maddy lifts her head, looks at me through the dim glow of lights. “You don’t have to watch over us, you know.”
“I’m not,” I lie.
She reaches out, tangles her fingers in mine, and pulls me closer. “Just relax,” she murmurs. “This has been the best day ever.”
I chuckle. “It has been.”
I rest my head back, chuckling at how fast Caleb falls asleep, and then watch as Beck follows, a light snore drifting off his lips.
Maddy settles in, eyes drifting shut, a soft smile on her lips.
I watch them all, the way our bodies fit together, and the way the tension of the last month has dissolved into a warmth that fills the space.
All we had to do was just give it a chance.
And I’m really glad we did.
Chapter 29
Maddy
Istretch my arms over my head as I wake up, my vision slowly adjusting to my surroundings. Adrian’s bedroom is as big as my old apartment. The view out the floor-to-ceiling windows is incredible and the sun is fully up and shining.
Shit. I’m totally late for work. But so are they…
I turn my head and a sharp jawline comes into view.Adrian. On my other side, there’s a muscled arm draped over my stomach that definitely belongs to Beck.
Meanwhile, Caleb is asleep on the leather chaise lounge. There is definitely not enough room in this bed for all four of us and I’m guessing he moved sometime during the night so he could get some sleep.
None of the guys seem to be awake yet.
I try to sit up, but Adrian’s hand grabs my wrist and he mutters, “Five more minutes,” in a voice so smooth I almost comply.
Beck groans, stretches, and cracks an eyelid. “You’re up,” he mumbles, blinking and squinting into the sunlight coming through the windows.
Caleb suddenly lifts his head and looks at me with a sleepy, fond smile. “How’s everybody doing?”
I sigh contentedly, unsure if I’ve woken up in an alternate reality or if this is really my life now. Either way, I’m here for it.
“When did you move over there, Caleb?” I ask.
“Right after Beck nearly kneed me in the balls,” he replies, making us all laugh.
“This setup is definitely not going to work long-term. We’ll have to figure something else out,” Adrian says and then sits up, and runs both hands through his hair.
Even first thing in the morning, Adrian is basically a Calvin Klein ad—so hot it’s hard to look at him.
Beck rolls to face me, his arm still draped across my stomach, eyes glinting with mischief. “Morning, beautiful,” he says, then makes a face and starts rubbing his forehead. “Fuck, I’m hungover on a Tuesday. This is bad.”
I laugh. “I feel like this might be the norm for you.”
“You’re not far off the mark. I’ll start the hangover concoction,” Caleb says, swinging his legs off the chaise lounge. “Coffee for everyone?”
I nod. “Yes, please.”
