A little knock comes at the open door and I turn, gasping with delight when I see Ben leaning against the door jamb, smiling fondly at all of us. “Well, you Sinclairs are a sight for sore eyes.” “Benny!” I shout, laughing and launching myself off the couch and towards him. Ben laughs as he catches
“Luca,” I say, lifting my head to stare at him dubiously. “You’re an international boxing champion. You have some platform for arrogance.” He grins at me, his dimples flaring in that way that I love. “An international boxing champion who shouts at the woman he loves and barely passes his finals, t
“I have no idea,” I whisper back, shaking my head. “Do you think they’re making out?” he whispers to me, leaning closer. “Please tell me they’re making out.” I burst into a grin and elbow him in the ribs. “Your fantasy, Ben, is not mine.” “What, you never thought about it?” he asks, grinning a
We have a really nice evening, especially when the food comes and then we get to share in on the muffins that Daphne’s mother sent along as a gift, but even despite that I think all of our eyes are on the clock. Tomorrow everything starts again, after all, and we’re all anxious to make a good start.
“I know,” I murmur, remembering the stressful meeting. “But I’m glad you’re here. And I’m glad that you and Luca…worked things out, or whatever.” “We couldn’t keep going the way things were,” Jackson says, shaking his head at me sadly. “Our little timeshare will solve a lot.” “Timeshare?” I ask,
“Absolutely not,” Rafe growls, looking between me and Jackson. “This is ridiculous – Jackson, you can sleep in your own damn bed –“ “Again, I’m fine with that,” Jackson cuts in, I think starting to get frustrated. “But Ariel would be coming with me.” All three boys look to me and I only hesitate
Jesse sighs and walks back towards the bathroom as I find my balance. “Welcome to Casa Sinclair, new roomie,” he murmurs. “Good to have you here.” “He’s not a roomie!” Rafe calls over his shoulder, angry. “He just sleeps here!” I squeak with joy and throw myself at Jackson next. My mate laughs a
“I’m sorry,” Jackson says, and I can tell by his devastated tone that he means it very much. “I’m so sorry, Ariel.” “Jackson,” I sigh, frustrated – because it’s very difficult to be angry with him when he’s being so sweet. “What are you even sorry for?” He pauses and it’s instantly clear to me t