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Ismiled politely at the movers as they walked past me and headed out of the house. They had arrived about two minutes after Malcom had come home with the prettiest arrangement of purple flowers in his hands.
For me.
The bed they delivered into Malcom’s room was massive. I didn’t know they made beds that big. The thing had to have been custom made. Not that the one he had in there hadn’t been big to begin with; it had. I winced wondering if he got rid of it because I had thrown up in it. I noticed Mal had stopped sleeping in there after Casey made me sleep with him. The next night, I let Jett lead me into his room, where Mal had slept on the other side of me. The night after that, we snuggled in the movie room.
But I had been sleeping alone since my work week had ended and I’d gone back to my sister’s couch in her basement. When I returned, I’d tried to act like the week before hadn’t happened. Like those lines hadn’t been crossed and we hadn’t become a little too familiar, cozy, with one another.
But I caught myself failing at every turn.
I’d let them talk me into sitting down with them at breakfast or dinner. I’d even watched a movie with Jett the night before. I’d talked myself into putting some serious space between us the entire day. It wasn't like we had done anything.
Nope.
All they did was take care of me. Watch over me. Hold me.
I shook the longing to be back in their arms. I had a plan. I was going to serve their dinner and head straight to my bedroom tonight. I was going to really put some space between us instead of lingering around them too long.
Not that they had suggested I sleep with them again either. Maybe it was just a moment? I shook the thought away and went into the kitchen to get things ready to set the table.
I had just reached for a plate from one of the cabinets when I felt his body heat cover my back. I didn’t have to turn to know it was Malcom.
Jett and Casey had texted they would be late. In the moment, I hadn’t really thought anything about it, but now I wondered if they had planned it.
“What do you need?” he asked. A big hand covered my right hip. I glanced over my shoulder and was at risk of melting when our gazes locked. I couldn’t believe I used to find Mal’s brown eyes cold.
Now that I thought about it, maybe they had been guarded and I had somehow misunderstood?
“What?” I found myself asking, completely lost in his chocolatey gaze. “What do you need me to reach for you?” His voice sounded deeper, thicker.
Instead of moving out of the way, I turned to face him completely. Our chests brushed against one another. His free hand moved up and tucked a short strand of my hair behind my ear. Our size difference was very clear in that position, and it didn’t help how I felt about him. About them.
“You needed something from the cabinet?”
“Oh.” I blinked but again didn’t move. “A couple of bowls.” He nodded, and I lost his gaze when he easily reached for the things I needed, setting them beside me on the kitchen counter.
“Do you need anything else?” It felt like a loaded question. I was tempted to ask for a kiss or a quickie. What is wrong with me? There was no way I could ask for that. Not when I felt the same way for all the three of them. There was no way I could choose between them.
“Umm, no. I was just going to serve your guys dinner and head to my room.”
“There is actually a change of plans,” he announced, and I blinked.”
“There is?”
“I need your help.”
“What? I mean—“ I shook my head. “What do you need from me?” I could have sworn his warm gaze kicked up a couple of notches.
“Come on.” He stepped back and extended his hand.
Where Casey had just reached and tangled our fingers together, Mal was silently asking me to reach for him. “We’re going to be late.”
“Late?” That had me moving. I turned the stove off and took the hand he offered. “Wait, are we leaving?”
“Really quick.”
“Oh, but the food and?—“
“It will keep. Come on.” He winked. For some reason, I followed him.
