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Alex: And the bad news?

Oliver: I can’t do anything about the photos they have of Eden.

Alex: Shit.

NINETEEN

ALEX

Eden hasn’t seen it yet.

It’s a good thing too, as the photo I’ve been staring at for the past ten minutes is one of her snarling, with a scarlet face and flames of fury in her eyes.

It’s a view of her I’ve never seen before, like she’s trying to murder someone with the force of her gaze alone. And the way she’s shielding Macon reminds me of a lioness about to annihilate a male lion for getting too close to her cub.

It’s actually kinda hot.

But then, everything about her is. A fact that is becoming more and more inconvenient the longer I’m in her presence—which is always, at the moment, considering my bright idea to have them both move in with me.

I’ve jerked off so many times over the last few days that I’m developing carpal tunnel syndrome.

That aside, I’ve taken to sharing my space with them better than I anticipated. The days are simple. I leave for practice at eight, by which time Eden has already left to take Macon to school. I come home around six, we eat dinner together, then I might play some video games with Macon before he goes to bed at eight. Eden typically goes back to her room after that, leaving me alone for the rest of the evening.

I get the impression she doesn’t want to impose on my space and time, and I don’t know how to tell her that I kind of wish she would.

“What are you looking at?”

I slam my phone screen down on the coffee table in the living room. “Nothing.”

She stands beside the sofa in a pink cherry-printed loungewear set that matches the shade of her lips, a firework of color in the monochrome room. Dark hair tumbles loose around her shoulders, and her nipples poke subtly through the fabric.

Must hold eye contact.

Must not stare at Eden’s tits.

After almost a week of her living here, I’ve learned that the first thing she does when she gets home is change into comfy clothes and take off her bra. That detail is probably the main contributing factor in the frequency with which I’m masturbating at the moment.

I pull a throw cushion into my lap to hide the situation in my pants.

“When will the menace be gracing us with her presence?” I ask, hoping to direct her attention away from my phone.

She'll be meeting my nieces for the first time tonight, and by proxy, Macon will be too. Roman will also be joining us, as will Aspen, who will inevitably create more chaos than all three children combined.

“Her last class ended thirty minutes ago, so any time now.”

“I’ll get my credit card out in preparation, then. It’ll save me time later.” I’m only half joking. There’s a large possibility she will, in fact, demand money from me for one thing or another.

Eden’s mouth quirks upward. “Did she ever actually give it back?”

I consider that. “No, I don’t think she did.”

“And what about the other guys? When are they coming?”

I was worried that having everyone over tonight would be too much too soon. Eden and Macon are both still adjusting to living in my apartment, and I didn’t want to disrupt their lives even more than I have already. But Eden assured me it was fine, so I’ll take her word for it.

“In an hour or so.” I make the grave mistake of dipping my gaze to her chest. It’s only brief. Not in my control at all. My eyes move of their own accord, and my dick springs back to life.

This shit is getting painful now.