“What about you?” Warren asks him.
Tucker sighs. His shoulders slump. “I can honestly say I’ve never really thought about it. It’s not that I’m against the idea. It’s just a lot to take in.”
“If you’re just going to bail on her, you might as well do it now rather than later,” Warren says in an almost growl.
Tucker shakes his head. “No. Hell, no.” His voice gets more adamant the more he speaks. “I could never do that to her or the baby.”
He looks hurt by the mere thought.
“So, then it’s safe to say we’re all in this for as long as she wants us to be,” I say.
They both nod.
“Maybe it’s for the best that we’re stopping everything else,” Tucker says. “It was getting messy.”
I quirk a brow. “And this isn’t messy?”
Tucker shrugs. “It is, but there’s a difference between a messy friendship and a messy romantic relationship, if that’s even what you want to call it. I don’t know.”
Damn. He’s all over the place right now.
I can wholeheartedly say I don’t agree with him. If being Sienna’s friend through this pregnancy is what she wants, then that’s exactly what I’ll do.
I can’t ignore the voice screaming inside of me saying this is so close to everything I’ve ever wanted but yet so far away.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Sienna
My eyelids feelheavy as I ease them open. I blink several times, trying to piece together where I am.Warren’s room.
The last thing I remember is sitting on his lap with my head resting against his shoulder. I must have fallen asleep, and he carried me up here. Rolling over, I see that I’m here alone. The rest of the bed is untouched.
I don’t know how to feel about that. I know this distance I’m putting between us is necessary given the situation, but it doesn’t mean I don’t already miss them, or at least thethemI had in that sense.
This isn’t the first time I’ve slept in Warren’s bed, but it’s the first time I feel like I’m somewhere I shouldn’t be. I made it very clear last night that I only wanted to be friends with them. Sleeping in his bed doesn’t seem very friendly.
I throw the covers off, searching for my shoes. My skin feels like it’s crawling with the need to get out of here. If I’m going to be just friends with these men, then I need to put some distance between us.
I also probably need to stop at the hardware store on the way home, so I can work on building better walls around my heart to protect the damn thing from falling even more for these men.
Finding my shoes near the door, I quickly slide them on. As quietly as possible, I make my way down the stairs.
I really don’t want to run into any of the guys right now.Distance. Wall. All of that.
I freeze, seeing all three of them passed out in the living room. I stand there barely breathing until my heart rate slows to a manageable pace.
They’re all still sleeping.
I tiptoe to the door, glancing over my shoulder every few seconds to ensure none of them have moved. I swipe my phone and keys off the table by the door.
I cringe when the door creaks, but this time I don’t dare look back into the house.
My steps quicken as I book it towards my car.Thank God I drove myself here last night.Without a second glance at the house, I’m pulling away.
The entire drive back to my apartment, my thoughts are a mess.
The guys handled everything I told them better than I could have ever expected. Tucker was obviously flustered, but his unwavering support still shone through above all else.
