Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 81584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“No one is breaking any hearts,” I argued.
I was hyper aware of Gray standing at the edge of the kitchen watching all of us bicker. He rarely said much, that was just his way, but I knew that he heard everything. I didn’t think he cared I was going on a date with someone, he probably barely even remembered that night in the clubhouse, but it still made me squirm that he was listening to them giving me shit.
“You’re gonna date this guy for a couple of weeks—” Titus mused.
“If that,” Myla chimed in.
“And then you’re going to ghost him,” Titus finished. “That’s what you always do.”
“I do not ghost them. I tell them that it’s been fun, but it’s over.” The moment the words were out of my mouth, I felt the skin on my chest start to bloom with color remembering that was almost exactly what Gray had done to me. I tried to think of anything else in order to stop the blush.
“I don’t know why you don’t just date someone you actually like,” Brody said, kicking my chair.
“Finding men I actually like is a struggle,” I joked.
“You love me,” Bas announced as he joined us, squeezing my shoulder.
“You’re the exception, Sebastian,” I replied, leaning into his hand. I wasn’t lying.
Bas was one of the best people I’d ever met. He was kind and protective and funny as hell. He was also crazy about Lou but had never made a move, and it drove us all crazy.
“I want to know more about this Scott guy,” Mick interrupted.
“Want in one hand and shit in the other,” I replied, leaning back in my seat. Myla’s brothers might see me as a little sister, but they were not going to insert themselves into my love life. I could handle myself, thank you very much.
“Gray, stop lurking and come get some food,” Myla ordered, pointing to the pizza.
“You didn’t have to buy me dinner,” he replied quietly, making his way over.
“Cian bought it,” I corrected, trying to keep my tone light. “He’s grateful you guys got us out of his hair.”
“Not true,” Cian countered. “I told you guys to stay.”
“If I never saw your bare ass again, it would be too soon,” Lou replied.
“It was a good ass,” I added conversationally. “But not one we’re supposed to be looking at, you know?”
“It was average,” Lou argued. “But nearly impossible to escape.”
“There was a lot of bare ass happening,” I agreed. “Do you have a problem with bedrooms, Cian?”
“Oh my god, you guys,” Myla griped. “It was one—two times.”
“Two?” Lou cackled.
“Try four,” I muttered.
“This conversation is veering in a direction I don’t want to go,” Mick announced, throwing his empty beer bottle in the recycling. “I’m leaving.”
“Aw, Micky,” I sang. “You don’t want to hear about Myla and Cian—”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” he ordered, pointing at me. He made his rounds, kissing each of us girls on the top of the head. When he got to me, he ruffled my hair.
“Thanks for all the help,” I said, tilting my head back to look at him.
“Welcome. Be careful with this new guy.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You’re not into him—”
I opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off.
“It’s obvious.”
“He’s nice!”
“Since when do you like nice?” he asked, waving as he walked away.
“I’m going home, too,” I announced, surging to my feet.
“I’ll go with you,” Lou said cheerfully. “You guys are the best. Thank you so much.”
“Seriously, we owe you.” I looked around the room. All the men were various levels of sweaty and tired, but there wasn’t a single one who looked unhappy to be there.
“You don’t owe us shit,” Bas said distractedly as he grabbed a piece of pizza. “We’ll bring that couch over in a few minutes.”
“I’m going with you,” Myla announced, hopping off the counter.
“Baby, you still live here,” Cian reminded her.
“Very funny. I’ll be back in a bit.”
We were halfway to the new house when Myla spoke.
“Is it really weird that I’m freaked out you guys are going to live somewhere else?”
“We’re halfway down the block.” I pointed to the little blue house.
“And across the street,” she added. “It’s weird.”
“You’re going to love it.”
“What if Cian is boring?” she asked, threading her arm through mine. “You know he’s not going to go thrifting with me.”
“Then you’ll walk over and ask us,” Lou replied.
“Or call,” I said, bumping Myla with my hip. “There are these things we have called phones.”
“Shut up,” she grumbled. “Let me feel my feelings.”
“What are feelings?” I deadpanned.
Lou and Myla went straight to the kitchen, but I ambled through the house when we got there. We were going to need a dining room table at some point and little things like a garbage can and cleaning supplies, but our home was taking shape. Once all of the boxes were unpacked and the couch took up the huge empty space in the living room, it would feel real.