He gives me a glare full of attitude, acting his age for once.
“He’ll be next to you the whole way home, and guess what?” I ask, finally clicking the buckle into place.
“What?”
“Sienna and Nacho are going to stay at our house for a while,” I tell him.
He turns to look at Sienna, who’s peeking at him from the front seat. “Like a slumber party?”
“Yeah,” she says, smiling. “Are you okay with that?”
And I get the feeling that if he said no, she would find somewhere else to stay.
“That’s cool. We can watch movies again,” he says, swinging his feet in front of him.
“I’d love that,” she says. She isn’t just saying that to appease him. She means it.
The softness in her eyes whenever she talks to him is all I need to see to confirm how much she cares about him.
Jackson asked Tucker and Grayson to read him books before bed. I guess I’m chopped liver now. I’m not mad, though.
I’m so glad he’s starting to open up more and let people in. I think that might have something to do with the three other adults in this house that have worked hard to earn his trust.
Loading the last plate into the dishwasher, I walk over to check on Mack. Seeing that he’s curled up in a ball in his crate, I walk into the living room.
Sienna is snoring quietly on the couch. She fell asleep shortly after we finished dinner.
We have a lot of things to discuss with this new living arrangement, but that can happen tomorrow. For now, I’m taking her to sleep in my bed.
Holding her against me, I carry her up the stairs.I think this is becoming a habit.
She stays asleep until I lay her down on the mattress. “Hey,” she whispers quietly.
“Hey,” I say, tucking her hair behind her ear. “You can sleep in here tonight. We’ll figure everything out tomorrow.”
I half-expect her to fight me on this, but the exhaustion must be making her more compliant because she just nods.
I look down at her jeans. I was going to offer her some sweats of mine, but she fell asleep before I got the chance.
“I’m guessing you don’t want to sleep in those,” I say.
She shakes her head.
“T-shirt or hoodie?” I ask.
“Hoodie,” she says, swinging her legs over the side of the bed as she sits up.
I walk into the closet, digging around to find one I think she’ll like. Walking back out, I freeze. She’s standing there in only a simple white bra and panties.
My legs have suddenly lost the ability to function, and apparently so has my brain. It’s been way too long since I’ve seen her like this. She’s breathtaking.
Shaking my head, I force myself to step toward her. “Here,” I say, holding the sweatshirt out for her to take.
“Hold on.” She reaches behind her, unclasping her bra. It falls to the floor.
Before I can even turn around or look somewhere else, her tits are right there.Perfect as always, but a little fuller now.
“Sorry,” I say, looking down.
