“Spit it out, man,” Fang says, amused.
“We could hang out there more,” he mutters to the toast, dragging the knife absentmindedly against the bread. “Or, maybe juststaythere for a bit.”
“Logan, are you asking me to move in with you?” I do my best to keep the delighted grin from my face.
The four of us have hung out at his place once—and only after he spent half the day cleaning it, finding invisible stains that no one else could.
I finally met Trooper and Stella and fell in love with both of them.
Logan shrugs, his face turning bright red. “All of us could. Maybe as a trial.”
Ivan barks out a laugh. “You have a packhouse for a reason. I think it’s a great idea. Maybe we could spend some days there, some days at our own places until we’re all comfortable?What do you think, babe?” He looks at me pointedly while Fang squeezes my knee encouragingly.
They don’t have to ask me twice.
My inner Omega purrs in delight.
The four of us, living together?
It’s already hard to be away from any of them because of the scent match, and spending the night cramped in each other’s apartments isn’t the most comfortable.
“I bought a custom bed,” Logan adds, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s made a for a pack, similar to the one at the cabin. Since you liked it so much.”
Fang whistles.
“And there are beds in every other room, too. So, if we all just wanted?—”
“Yes,” I interrupt him. “Yes, that’s a great idea.”
Logan’s small smile is worth it. He continues to butter the toast, which absolutely has to be ruined by now.
But I don’t mind—now, my pack will be sleeping with me every night.
The days they don’t, it’s been hard—Ivan usually stays at my apartment, but Logan and Fang still have errands they need to take care of.
Now, I would have to the privilege of staying with all three of them, along with Stella and Trooper.
“We could start slow,” Ivan adds. “Just start keeping some of our stuff at the packhouse, and slowly move in.”
“Are you kidding? Let’s go now!” I say. “What’s stopping us?”
Ivan looks at me pointedly. “I mean, we all have leases on our apartments,” he reminds me gently. “Also, isn’t Avery on yours?”
Fang stiffens next to me at the mention of my brother, and I open and close my mouth multiple times.
“Oops,” I whisper.
“Yeah,” Ivan mutters.
“I mean, if he’s going to be upset at anyone, it should be me,” Fang says with a low growl.
“No, he won’t be mad at anyone,” I protest. “He just might freak out and be a little protective at first, since…”
“Since I was your professor,” Fang finishes.
“Just for a day,” I gulp. “Besides, it’s not like you canhelpif a scent match happens.”
“It happened only after we went on the trip, though,” Ivan says, frowning.
