Foster smiles down at me, “You okay?” he asks.
I nod, as best as I can in this position, “That was fucking hot.”
"Agreed. Be right back. I'll clean up my mess."
Talon emerges from the bathroom, now in sleep pants, and helps me sit up while I wait for Foster to come back.
"So, was that anything to be nervous about?" Talon asks with a smile.
"Not at all. That was amazing," I grin up at him.
I'm drifting, the alcohol and orgasms lulling me into sleep, when I feel someone climb onto the bed next to me. The wet warmth of the cloth on my chest is the last thing I remember before lying down and falling asleep.
I wake up the next morning alone in Talon’s bed. The sheets are cold, and my phone says it’s almost eleven. I can’t believe I slept in that late.
I open the bedroom door and look around the hallway before sneaking down the hall to my bedroom, naked as the day I was born. I take a quick shower and dress in a pair of leggings and a T-shirt before heading downstairs to find my boyfriends to thank them for a fun night.
Cole is the only one I see when I walk into the kitchen, my stomach grumbling for sustenance.
“Good morning,” I mumble and go to the fridge to grab some milk and cereal.
“Morning,” Cole says back, looking down at his phone as he drinks a green smoothie. Nothing looks as distasteful in the morning as that shit. “Talon’s downstairs, and Foster ran to the store,” he tells me before I can ask.
I pour myself some whole grain cereal in a bowl. Unfortunately, none of the guys are fans of sugary cereals, but this will do. I make a mental note to restock my food. I drag my bowl onto the island, sitting one stool away from him.
Cole looks exhausted, his eyes bruised from lack of sleep.
“You feeling okay? You look like shit,” I tell him honestly.
He snorts, “Just tired. I didn’t sleep well. The house was pretty loud last night.”
“Loud?” I ask. He looks up at me with a raised brow.
Oh. This is awkward.
One or both guys woke me up multiple times throughout the night, and none of us even tried to be quiet. We forgot entirely about Cole being across the hall. I feel a blush spreading across my cheeks.
“Sorry,” I mumble and shove a spoonful of my breakfast in my mouth.
Cole chuckles at my embarrassment. “No need to apologize. I popped my headphones in. I haven’t been sleeping great anyway.”
He sighs heavily and looks down at his phone.
“Spit it out,” I tell him, knowing he’s got something weighing on his mind. He’s the type who will let things fester in his brain until they explode. I was always his release valve for the pressure before it reached that point.
“Hannah, my ex, has been texting me nonstop. She wants to get back together.”
“Is that what you want?” I ask him, keeping my voice neutral. I don’t know much about their relationship except what his mom has to say about her, which was nothing nice. But I would try to remain impartial if he needed that, as a friend.
“No. I never wanted to see her again when I left.”
I don’t get his conflict, then, “Just tell her that, right?”
“It’s complicated. Hannah’s going through some health issues right now. Her family wants us to get married. They’ve got money, and they’re friends with the owner of the Ice Dragons. Their son didn’t make it to the NHL, so they have big dreams of their son-in-law being a pro.”
I still didn’t see the problem if he didn’t want to be with her.
“Do you still love her?” I ask him, trying to figure this all out.
