I can’t stop thinking about Archer’s offer to be my first. It haunts me, even as I try to go about my day. I know he was genuine, and that means something. The way he said the words… I shake my head. On my way to Mia’s room to wake her from her nap, I walk past each of the brothers’ bedrooms.
No way I want to have this conversation somewhere he can overhear. The poor guy is going through enough. “You know I would be happy to give you advice if you ask for it,” Beau says, smug. I want to tell him off just for his cavalier attitude alone. The thought of revealing such embarrassing thou
Now, I’m even more confused about what to do. Archer’s offer to claim my virginity was unexpected. But Beau’s? That was even more out of left field. Although, knowing Beau, maybe I should have expected it. Now, I’m in the kitchen with Mia in her high chair. I just fed and burped her and now I’m tr
His mouth stays a hard line for a moment more. Then he says, “Is Beau pushing you into having penetrative sex?” If I was blushing before, it’s nothing compared to the full blast of heat that burns my cheeks now. My embarrassment is all-encompassing. I shake with it, as it pumps fiercely and relent
I don’t know how long I sit on the bathroom floor holding Neil, unconscious, in my lap. It could be seconds. It could be hours. Time doesn’t really have meaning right now. Neil is cold. He’s barely breathing. He looks like death. That is all that matters. I continue to scream my head off. My v
She’s such a smart baby. Maybe she knows what’s going on. Or at least, how nervous we all are. Archer drops us off at the entrance before he goes to park. We rush inside. The nurse assures us that Neil has been admitted and is being seen to by the doctors, but she won’t let us see him. “Not unti
My heart pumps so hard, so quickly, I’m half sure I’m going to need to be admitted into the emergency room now too. The rest of the world has fallen away. The only people in the entire world are me, the brothers, Mia, and the doctor about to tell us the bad news. “The silver inside of Mr. Hayes,
My heart lurches at Neil’s words. “Neil,” I say, as gentle as I can. He’s looking at me like I’m some kind of angel, eyes full of awe. “You aren’t dead.” He seems confused at first, as if the words surprise him. Then he places a hand on his own chest, then his shoulder where the silver is. He’s