Evan looks down at me, a soft smile on his lips. “Aren’t you going to jump to my defense too?”
I start to wince but end up laughing instead. “It’s notthatbad,” I console, totally forgetting we aren’t alone.
“Are we already to the sharing sleeping arrangements portion of the conversation?” Ally scoots her chair forward like she’s really interested in the topic.
“Sure.” Evan leans back, relaxing. “I like—” I reach up and place my hand over his mouth so he can’t say anything else.
“Hey!” Ally cries. “That was just about to get good.”
“He’s a cuddler. A pillow stealing, aggressive cuddler.” I figure I can share some innocent stuff, especially since there aren’t any torrid details to share,yet.
Evan pulls my hand away from his lips, drawing it into his lap. “Yup, and I’ve had no complaints.” He grins, unabashed.
“I don’t know if anyone else will tell you, so I will. You guys are sickening…in the best possible way.” Her head tilts to the side, and I know she really means it. There’s no malice or outrage that I’m with both men, even more that I’mhumanand with both of them, but will everyone else feel the same?
I’m not sure if Griffin or Evan have told anyone what they confessed to me, that they think I’m their mate, but they certainly don’t hide their affection for me, so it’s probably not a secret, but deep down, I feel kind of unworthy to have them. What made me special enough to have either, let alone both?
These thoughts make me more uncomfortable than the sleeping arrangements talk. I haven’t voiced any of them to Griffin or Evan, and truth be told, I’m pretty much ignoring the fact that they think they want to be with me forever. It’s been fairly easy to compartmentalize my feelings. I never dreamed something like this would ever happen to me.
Evan squeezes my fingers, bringing me back to the conversation. I must have missed something, because Ally and Wes are already standing and saying goodbye.
“We still on for lunch tomorrow?” I ask quickly.
“You know it, but I want the good details next time.” I chuckle but give her a slight nod.
“Rob and Millie already left?” I question once I notice the table is empty.
“We lost you there for a few minutes,” Evan replies.
“I guess,” I admit and look around the cafeteria. The room has cleared out a bit, but we’re still attracting some attention.
“I’m going to grab some dessert, want anything?”
“Can we take it up to the room?” I look to Evan, who’s already standing.
“You read my mind. What do you want?”
“Surprise me.” Once he’s gone, I look at Griffin. “What about you, are you hungry?”
His brows lift enough that I know I’ve surprised him with the question.
“Crap, am I not supposed to ask that?”
“Asking a vampire if he’s hungry is equal to offering him your vein. Not that I’m going to hold you to that,” Griffin explains, rushing to add the last bit.
“I know you like the bagged stuff.” I give a slight shoulder shrug. He’s never mentioned biting me since the day he offered to help me out, and by ‘help me out,’ he was referring to the fact that I’ve never been bitten by a vampire. But that’s not true anymore. He took some of my blood when he healed my injury and gave me some of his in return.
Griffin’s nostrils flare as he inhales, then glances around the room. “This is another one of those conversations I’d like to have alone.”
Evan
Griffin sends out a blast of pheromones so strong, the entire room stops what they’re doing––including me––to stare at him. Quinn is sitting next to him calmly, not straddling his lap or face like you’d think.
I watch my friend scrub his hand over half of his face, obscuring his mouth. I roll my eyes. Quinn doesn’t want him to hide his teeth. I am curious what they were talking about that elicited such a response from him though.
I fill a plate with a bunch of sweet shit and nod my head at the guy wiping down the counter. “Can I get some ice cream?” I know Quinn likes ice cream. Griffin and his stupid hormones are making me want to do dirty things to Quinn with the ice cream. Hell, who am I kidding? I want to do dirty things to her every fucking time I see or scent her.
The guy releases the towel and wipes his hands on his apron. “Sure, any special flavor you want me to look for?”
