Page 135 of Power Shift

Similar to the bathroom, the closet is full of racks of my old clothes and new ones in similar styles and colours. I trail my fingers over the sleeves of all the hung skirts and dressesand shake my head in disbelief. I’ve never been picky about my clothes, but I do have a specific style.

It’s a mix of more relaxed fits, lace tights and undershirts, and some skater skirts that I can’t seem to let go of. I like to be able to dress however I want and feel that day, and that means that I have more clothes than I necessarily need because I like options.

I don’t know which guy was in charge of purchasing new clothes for me, but they did a phenomenal job. The labels inside the shirts are fancier than any of the ones that came with me here, and even the fabric of the skirts is softer.

Despite the plethora of things to wear, I opt out of changing. Dash’s shirt is massive on me and covers me down to my knees, which I doubt they’d care if it didn’t go past my butt.

On my way out of the closet, I notice the tall stack of pink silk sheets all alone on their very own shelf. I press my lips together to hide a laugh while pinching the material between my fingers.

They’re the exact same ones that were on the bed my first night here but in the perfect pastel pink colour. My favourite.

I didn’t pay attention when I woke up, but I guarantee if I went to look, I’d find the ones that are on the bed match.

I’m giddy as I leave the closet and swipe my phone from where it rests on the dresser. The time steals my excitement momentarily, alarm making my stomach turn before I see the texts waiting on the screen.

Clove: Thanks for letting me know. Don’t wake her up. Let her sleep and I’ll call tomorrow for an update.

Clove: Consider this a well-deserved Friday off, Briar. Love you *heart emoji*

I run a hand between my breasts, over my heart, before opening the conversation one of the guys must have had with her last night. Dash, most likely.

The update he gave her was simple but effective. I was safe at their place for the foreseeable future after having a rough day, and I would call to give her an update when I was ready. There was nothing said about needing a day off work, but I’m not surprised Clover offered one, anyway.

And I’m also not surprised that I’m going to accept it.

Me: Love you back. Talk later, thank you xoxo

Once I send off the message, I leave my phone on the dresser and hurry downstairs. Three of the four doors I pass are open the same way they were last night. Dash must be a late sleeper.

“I think she’d like to be woken up with breakfast,” Jasper says.

Hearing his voice first thing in the morning has me in knots. The good kind.

Ronan grunts deeply, and while I can’t see him yet, I know he’s scowling. “Or she could like her sleep like Dash.”

“Only one way to find out,” Landon adds.

My steps falter, and I bite down on my lip.

A part of me didn’t truly believe that yesterday really happened, and I’d wake up today to the same reality I’d been living just a few days ago. One where Landon hadn’t made such a drastic change and decided to give this a shot.

But he’s here and, from the sounds of it, helping with breakfast?

Not wanting to announce myself yet, I creep toward the staircase and hover there, waiting to take another step.

“Pancakes, waffles, or french toast?” Jasper asks.

Landon huffs. “French toast is boring. Do pancakes and add something to them.”

“Don’t say lemon. I’ll get a fucking hard-on,” Ronan warns.

I flush and immediately try to keep my scent from exploding when I clench between my legs. This horniness is getting to be annoying. If I’m going to go into heat, can it just happen already?

Jasper’s laugh is soft. “You wouldn’t be the only one. I’ll do chocolate chips.”

“She got enough chocolate last night,” Ronan grumbles.

“You’re jealous?” Landon asks.