The guys take turns lying with me in Warren’s bed. One of them is always at my side. They bring me snacks and drinks, so the only thing I have to get up to do is use the bathroom.
This is the second morning I’ve woken up in Warren’s bed, and I can’t say I’m mad about it. It wasn’t just the sickness talking. His bed is magical.
I roll over, realizing that for the first time since I got here, the rest of the bed is empty. I stretch out my arms and legs. I feel stiff, and my throat still hurts a bit. I feel human again, though.
Peeling the covers off, I walk into the en suite bathroom. I probably smell gross by now, and I turn on the shower.
The warm water is pure bliss cascading over my skin. I stand there for longer than I probably should, letting the water soothe my muscles.
When I open Warren’s body wash, I’m surrounded by the feeling of comfort as the scent of pine surrounds me.I guess I know why he always smells like going on a hike through a forest on a breezy summer day.
I rest my head against the shower wall. These men are weaseling their way into my brain, and right now, I don’t really know how I feel about it.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Warren
I curseunder my breath when my finger slips off the box of egg noodles for the third time. I’ve been trying to open it for over a minute now.
It would probably help if I was looking at the box and not the sight on the couch.
Sienna and Jackson are curled up together, watching his favorite movie,Cars. Her hair is a mess of red waves after she took a shower earlier.
She’s wearing a pair of her own leggings Tucker brought over for her. Instead of choosing one of her own shirts, though, she grabbed a hoodie from my closet. She’s swimming in the mass of gray fabric, but she seems perfectly content.
I’m trying not to read too much into the fact that she chose to wear my clothes when she didn’t need to. Just like everything else when it comes to keeping myself reined in, I’m not winning the battle.
“You ever going to get that box open?” Grayson says from his spot across the kitchen, where he’s stirring the pot of soup.
Manhandling it, I just rip off the top flaps. He smirks when I hand it over to him from across the island and pours the noodles into the nearly finished pot of chicken noodle soup.
When Sienna walked down the stairs after her shower this morning, we were all expecting her to insist we take her home. To our surprise, she’s been content to just hang out all day.
I think she’s watched more animated movies today than she probably thought she ever would.
I knew Jackson liked Sienna, but I was unsure how he would feel having her here in his space. After a few curious looks my way when he first realized she was here, he just shrugged his shoulders and went about his business.
Knowing that this little bubble we’ve all lived in for the last couple of days is about to pop, we wanted to make the most of this evening.
Grayson and I made a pot of homemade soup. Tucker is a horrible cook. I cringe every time it’s his turn to cook at work. We never quite know what we’re going to get.
He agreed to go buy a loaf of fresh bread from Peak Brews, the coffee shop in town that also makes wonderful baked goods. Speaking of the devil, he waltzes in the front door with the bread in hand.
Sienna’s head snaps in his direction. “Did you get that from Peak Brews?” she asks, sounding more like herself with each passing hour.
“Yeah, I did. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” he asks warily.
“How could bread ever be a bad thing? It’s bread. I love bread.”
Tucker chuckles, walking toward the couch.
“So, what you’re telling me is bread is the way to your heart,” he says, sitting on the edge of the coffee table right in front of her and Jackson.
Jackson leans to the side so he can still see the movie.
Sienna shrugs. Her back is to me, so I can’t see the expression on her face. “Maybe.”
Tucker’s face lights up. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
