Page 108 of Now Their Starlet

Cleo

okay but WHEN are we doing lunch

I refuse to let Ever hog you forever

Juno

she’s not exaggerating, he’s been insufferably smug

Andi

things are still settling, especially with my OSS diagnosis, so I’ll keep you guys updated on a girls only lunch

Cleo

Aww, okay! Just let us know!! And we can always come over to yours, if your dad is cool with it, maybe we can watch some movies together! I know your dad’s a big movie guy!

Juno

that’s like saying Prince is big in music, you sound stupid

Cleo

shut up not everyone’s a film nerd

Andi

I’ll keep you guys updated lol

“Good morning, Honey,” Everett says, stepping out of the house to join me.

“Hi,” I say, blinking up at him with a smile.

“What’re you giggling about?”

“Your sisters are asking about when I can come join them for lunch,” I say with a small huff.

“Hopefully they’re not being too annoying.”

“Not at all… it’s actually kinda nice that they care so much, you know?”

Everett is dressed in a pair of slacks and a white button-up that hugs his broad shoulders. His sleeves are rolled up in a way that has my eyes trailing over the veins in his forearms almost as intently as I’d probably look at the veins on another appendage he has.

“Hmmm, seems like someone likes the view,” Everett purrs, his voice dropping to a low and intimate register.

My face feels like it’s as hot as the sun.

“The view! Yeah, the view is lovely!” I squeak out, jerking my head towards the the city skyline. Despite my best attempts at focusing my attention elsewhere, my eyes keep drifting back to him.

Everett is one of the guys who’s gone most often. It makes sense, considering he’s the executive of an entire music label, but the needy omega part of me hates it. She hates any separation from any of my guys.

Even being out on the porch alone is tough, it’s an exercise Dr. Brennar recommended to help reduce my panic around feelings of isolation. I need to work towards being a functional adult again, despite my diagnosis.

“Are you headed out?” I ask, pushing myself up to my feet. Normally, Everett kisses me goodbye before he leaves. We haven’t gone further than that, and I haven’t had a chance to ask him why.

I have a sneaking suspicion it’s because he has tastes in the bedroom that he thinks I might not be able to handle, in my fragile emotional state. Leo and Beck have speculated often enough for me to get an idea.

“I am,” Everett murmurs, reaching out and resting a large hand against my waist and tugging me closer to him. “But... I was thinking—it could be a good idea for you to try getting out of the house. Would you like to come with me?”