Page 30 of Kylan

“You just wanted what? Are you okay?”

I laughed because it was kinda funny that they both assumed something was wrong with me when I decided to open up to them. “I think I had a bit of a breakthrough yesterday, that’s all. I just wanted to tell you and Fitch that I really appreciate you both.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Ky, are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said with a laugh.

“I can come over today,” he said. “Is Fitch there?”

“He is. He’s in doing another video. He watched my video and apparently couldn’t wait to see Dom tonight.”

Benji laughed. “Then I should absolutely come over and watch it.”

I snorted because he was just as weird and perverted as Fitch. And while it was on the tip of my tongue to tell him not to worry, not to come over because I didn’t want to be a bother, I stopped myself. Because spending the day with the two of them sounded perfect. “Okay, see you soon.”

When Benji arrived,I was in my room. “Okay,” Fitch said loudly. “He’s here. Come out and show us.”

I took a deep breath and slow exhale, then opened the door and walked out.

Wearing my lilac bubble skirt and dark purple mesh shirt.

Fitch was murmuring something to Benji, but he gasped when he saw me, his hands to his cheeks. “Beautiful. Do a twirl.”

“I’m not doing a fucking twirl,” I grumbled.

Benji was clearly surprised but caught on quickly. Whatever Fitch had mumbled to him had given him some warning at least. “You need some leg warmers and some bangles.”

Fitch shoved him. “He does not.” Then he looked at me. “I mean, it would look good.”

I rolled my eyes, but my heart was full to bursting. “Is it okay?”

“You look great,” Fitch said softly. “I’m proud of you.”

Benji looked between us, smiling, clueless. He looked at Fitch’s tiny boy shorts and crop top that hadCome Bunnywith a cute rabbit on it. “Did I miss something?”

Fitch snatched the purple nail polish off the coffee table. “Yes. Now sit down and watch our porn videos while we fill you in on everything while I practice painting nails, and you can show us your videos and tell us all about how perfect Nolan and his big dick is.”

Benji didn’t even blink. He just rolled with it. So I sat there, wearing a skirt in front of them for the first time, and Fitch did my nails—very badly, but he tried his hardest—and we watched more videos, talking, laughing all day.

Just the three of us.

It wasn’t even like the old days. This was the new us. The new me. The real me.

And I was so freaking happy.

I was walking on cloud nine. The happiest I could ever remember being.

And as the afternoon rolled on, I was getting giddy with butterflies knowing I’d be with Leon and Marek again tonight.

I was so excited to tell them about my day. To let them see how happy I was. To thank them for being the reason.

My ride share picked me up on time. Sometimes Leon and Marek picked me up themselves; sometimes I caught a lift. It depended on their schedule. I knew they were busy, so when Marek texted me to give me the details, I thought nothing of it.

I got to their house and Marek greeted me with a warm smile that sent jolts of warmth through me. “Oh my darling, come in,” he said, taking my hand. He noticed my nails and hummed approvingly. “Mm. Lovely.”

“Fitch painted them,” I said, as if that explained the bad job. “I have so much to tell you both. I had a wonderful day with Fitch and Benji. I wore a skirt around the flat for the first time,” I blurted out. Then I looked around the very quiet house. “Where’s daddy? Is he upstairs? I can wait to tell you both at the same time.”

Marek’s smile faltered a little. “He’s not here tonight. It’s just you and me.”

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