“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
“Is that really what you want?” Jackson asks, worried, his arms still tight around me like he doesn’t want to let me go. “To have Luca here? Or…to spend some nights with him?” “No,” I answer instantly, and as I say it I realize with a bit of surprise that it’s true – that…that I really don’t want
Jackson blinks, clearly still working to clear the sleep away as Jesse and I peer at him from either side. “McClintock isn’t a real name,” he murmurs, looking between us. “We don’t…have last names in the Community – they just assigned McClintock to me when they gave me my identity paperwork, which w
I scowl at my mate, and then glance down at myself as we move further into the cool darkness of the castle, making our way to the elevators that will take us back up to our rooms. “I hate that you work out with us now,” I mutter. “Before, I was able to be mysterious, to keep my weaknesses hidden –“
Luca and I fly through the halls of the castle and I have to laugh a little, because there’s something fun and exciting about rushing around with my hand warm in my mate’s. Luca, feeling it too, sends me a grin over his shoulder even as he moves fast, even as I can still feel his anxiety at facing m