That’s a lie. You know exactly what you want.
These last few weeks have given me a taste of something I really might want. I just don’t know if I can let myself want it all the way because of the risks that come with letting them in.
The risks aren’t just for me, either. There are six hearts on the line here.
Grayson jolts me out of my thoughts when he crawls beside me. He kicks his boots off, lies down.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “You kind of disappeared into your head there for a minute.”
I tilt my head so I can see him better. “I was just thinking.”
“About?”
Going for honesty, I say, “The future. Just trying to decide what I want.”
He nods. “Made any decisions yet?”
I shake my head.
“I’ll be here whenever you do decide. Okay?” he says, giving me a hopeful smile.
This right here is why his is one of the six hearts I need to protect.
Tucker reaches for the book I’m still holding in my hand. Somehow, all five of us squeeze into the fort, six including Mack. I roll onto my side, pressing back into Grayson to make more room.
Tucker starts reading the book. Jackson teases him about not having as good of voice for the characters as I do.
The baby starts moving around again, so I reach behind me to grab Grayson’s hand. I rest his hand over where I can feel her moving the most. I really don’t want to let go of his hand, so I don’t.
We lay there listening to Tucker’s horrible rendition of a read-aloud.
She kicks in the same spot a few times in a row. I hear Grayson’s sharp intake of breath as his fingers lace through mine.
It isn’t the first time he or any of the guys have felt her kick, but each time they all react this way. It’s adorable, and it makes keeping myself from falling for them damn near impossible.
He presses a soft kiss against my neck, which makesmeinhale sharply.
Who am I kidding? I’m absolutely falling for them. Maybe I already have.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Tucker
I stand still,letting the hot spray soothe the ache in my back. More times than not, I find myself sleeping in the living room here at Warren’s house instead of going back to my apartment.
It doesn’t even feel like my home anymore. She isn’t there.
So, even though my back doesn’t love sleeping on the couch night after night, I make that choice time and time again, just to be a little closer to her.
Not wanting to waste all the hot water, I begrudgingly step out of the shower. I grab a towel from the rack, drying myself off.
Crap.I forgot my duffle bag downstairs.
I tie the towel around my waist and step into the hallway. I don’t make it two steps before bumping into Sienna.
I grip her forearms to keep her from tumbling to the floor. Her big green eyes look up at me.I could stare at her forever.
“Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” she says.
