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He doesn't answer, walking over to open his bathroom door. "There's a fresh towel in there and plenty of soap. I'll grab some clothes out for you to wear. I don't have much in the way of underwear so you might just have to go commando." There's a playful tone to his voice, but I appreciate the thought.

I stand up, heading into the bathroom. Pausing at the door, I glance over my shoulder at him. "Hey, Hawk?"

"Yep," he replies, digging into his drawers.

"Can I stay tonight?"

I can't believe the words coming out of my mouth, but for once, I don't care.

Hawk doesn't flinch or react at all, pulling out a cotton shirt and a pair of boxers. "Of course you can. Sleep wherever you want."

I just nod, giving him a quick smile before disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door.

Jett insists on driving me to work the next morning.

I had spent the night in his bed, dressed in Hawk's clothes—and of course, I got woken up at the same time as the sun with his cock in me again. But I didn't fight him. I didn't yell… I enjoyed it for what it was.

Or whatever this is.

The world looks different now. There's a fire in my body that I haven't felt in a long time, and I was ready to find new adventures. But it still didn't quite answer the most obvious question: what the hell is this relationship with my foster brothers?

As I stroll into the office dressed in my pencil skirt, which had conveniently been washed by one of them, and one of Jett's business shirts, I avoid eye contact with Elijah. He's standing by the coffee machine with Mary, smiling warmly.

The two of them look over at me as I head in. Thankfully, Mary doesn't seem suspicious at all, making me feel relieved that Elijah hasn't said anything.

Curious eyes scan over me, and I give Elijah a tight smile, laced with apologies and also gratitude, as I head to my office.

My cell is still on my desk, along with my bag. Everything still seems like it's in the right place, except for the glasses. I assume Elijah cleaned them and put them away after I left.

Hitting my keyboard, I type my password in, checking my cell for messages while the computer loads.

There's a message from Margot checking in, and I'm surprised to have a message from an unknown number as well. Clicking into it, a smile creeps onto my face as I read the text.

Unknown: Have a great day, Tempest. I love the fact that you are wearing our clothes. Reiterates the fact that you're ours.

Snorting, I write back a quick reply, unsure if I'm talking to Hawk or Jett.

Rayne: I love that the sun doesn't actually shine out of your ass. Evident by this weather.

It's absolutely pouring rain again—almost as heavy as yesterday. Thankfully, it's supposed to clear up tonight and just be mild showers tomorrow before the heat returns.

A ding pulls me back to my cell and I read the reply.

Unknown: I think it's only fair that you stay the night again. Since you slept with Jett last night, you'll need to stay in my bed tonight.

Ah—so I'm talking to Hawke. I quickly save his number in my cell before going back to the text to reply.

Knock knock.

My head snaps up, eyes finding Elijah standing at my door awkwardly. Guilt rushes over me and I give him another smile to placate the awkward situation from last night.

"Hey," I start, putting my cell down on the desk. "How are you?"

He looks surprised at my question. "I'm good. Are you okay?"

Cringing, I nod. "I'm so sorry about that. I was enjoying our chat."

Elijah frowns, stepping inside the office to give us some more privacy. "Rayne, do you need any help? It's okay if you do."

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