“I got ya,” JP says and pulls out his phone to order food. He doesn’t even ask what we want, just buys multiple dishes, and hangs up.
“Rise and Shine, sleepy pie,” JP whispers. Zeke moves my feet off of his lap, and I grunt at the movement.
“Nooo, I was comfy,” I whine.
“Oh, so you don’t want to get more comfy and switch into some nightclothes while you check out your room?” JP asks mockingly.
“What?” I sit up and jump to my feet, running to my room. I can hear JP and Zeke follow me down the hall, but I don’t care. Opening my door, my jaw drops. It looks like it came out of a magazine. JP picked out light gray for my walls, and the room is decorated in white and teal accents. Looking over at the bed, I noticed he got something bigger than a king sized bed.What’s bigger than a king?The bedframe was new too, with a mixture of gray wood and black metal twisted along the headboard. Matching nightstands stood next to the bed along with an alarm clock. The small desk that was lining the wall had been replaced with a larger one with floating shelves above it. The bed keeps drawing my eyes to it, pops of purple peeking out here and there among the pillows, blankets, and artwork. I think I’ve fallen in love. Touched, I turn and throw myself into JP’s arms.
“Thank you. Thank you so much. I absolutely love it.” Leaning in to kiss him on the cheek, he’s faster than me, so I end up pecking him on the lips. Stepping back, I duck my head and blush.
“You’re welcome, ma chérie. I told you that you would like your surprise,” he says, chuckling at my display.
“Very swanky, JP. I like it,” Zeke says, smiling and walks further into the room.
Tucking a loose curl behind my ear, I take in the room a little bit more. Walking to the desk in the corner, I notice JP’s decorated down to the very last detail. He even picked out the Mulberry candles I used to light back home.
“How did you know that I liked all of this stuff,” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him. This wasn’t just a lucky guess. I walk over to the bed and find lavender silk pj’s. Well, at least that’s not what I would have picked for myself.
Facing the guys, I catch JP and Zeke sharing a look. What’s that about?
“Well, ma chérie. We all have some kind of power, and mine just happens to help me know what you like. It’s beneficial when I need to decorate, paint, or cook for someone,” he says, diverting his eyes from me and brushing off invisible lint from his shoulder. I have a feeling he’s hiding something or at least keeping something from me.
Unwilling to let him get away with his omission, I step in front of him and place my hands on my hips. “Oh, really? So, what exactly is this power you’re talking about? Hmm?” I ask, tilting my head.
He rolls his shoulders, and Zeke just laughs at JP’s discomfort. “I can pick up on the thoughts of people and sometimes the images in their head,” he admits, not making eye contact with me.
“You can read my mind!” I shriek, dropping my jaw and my arms. I’m dumbstruck.JP can read minds? How cool is that? It’s possible to actually know what people think instead of guessing what they wa—.
OH MY LANTA.
Covering my mouth, I back away from him quickly.Holy shit! Does this mean he’s been hearing my thoughts?My eyes feel like they are popping out of my head. If it wasn’t for my eyelids acting as cages, they would have made a run for it.Holy Fucking Baloney and Ravioli. He can hear my thoughts? All the dirty shit I’ve been thinking? Oh my God! Can he listen to what I’m thinking about now?I peek back up at JP, and yep, he smirks and nods.
FUCK!
Frickety, Frackity, Fuck a Duck.
“Calm down, ma chérie. I—” JP starts, but I cut him off.
“Calm down? Are you kidding me? Do you mean to tell me that you’ve been hearing all my dirty thoughts since yesterday?” I accuse, my voice rising to almost near shouting levels.
Zeke’s eyes light up at my mention of dirty thoughts. “What dirty thoughts?” He asks.
Pointing a finger at JP, I growl out, “Don’t you dare repeat what you know.”
JP places a hand over his heart and gives me a look of mock outrage. “I would NEVER. Those are mine for my spank bank to replay over and over in my mind,” he says, laughing when I throw my head back and groan.
I just can’t win. 'Fucker!'I think at him directly, and he laughs again.
“Seriously, ma chérie. Calm down,” he says. “I can help you learn how to shield your thoughts. I’m sure I’m not the only one that can look into your mind and pick up what you’re thinking, so you need to learn anyways. Besides, I’ve never gone digging into that pretty little head of yours. It’s always been things that you’re yelling at me,” he says, winking to ease the sting.
Closing my eyes to hide from their amusement, I know I can’t help the embarrassment, but at least he never called me out when it happened. He only told me because I went digging.
“Okay,” I acquiesced, nodding. “You’re right. I do need to learn. So when can you teach me?”
Stepping into my space, he grabs my hand before pulling me into a hug. “We can practice a little bit every day for 30 minutes,” he offers.
“Will that be enough time?” I ask. I want to protect myself. I trust he didn’t go digging into my head, but what about others?
