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Maybe once my feet are healed and one of them is sleeping during the day, I can go do things I probably shouldn’t do. They wouldn’t be able to stop me. My grin quickly falls when I realize what I'm thinking about.
This is temporary.
I’m not here long term. I shouldn’t get attached to them. But it’s getting harder with each passing hour. They aren’t doing much, but what they are is making my heart melt. I want to stay with them for the rest of my life.
My phone goes off, and I quickly grab it. Who could be texting me? I had messaged my boss that I was taking a weekoff from work, and he happily granted me the time off, even if it was on such short notice. I never take time off, and he had been wanting me to take some, to live my life and explore without my thoughts being on work.
I suck in a breath and look at the texts I’ve gotten from Mateo and Lainey.
M.
You are going to pay for dumping me.
L.
What do you think you’re doing? Why the fuck did you break up with my brother?
M.
You better get your ass back in town, or your secret is going to be spread.
M.
Don’t think I won’t do it.
M.
What you fantasize about is disgusting. You should be ashamed of yourself.
L.
Mateo told me everything. You really left with two guys? How could you?
L.
I’m with Mateo on this one. Come back to town by this afternoon and we won’t tell everyone you’re sick and disgusting fantasies. They aren’t natural. Especially you wanting to be a different age.
I close my eyes and take several deep breaths. They won’t actually tell everyone my secret, will they? They can’t. Mateo and Lainey won’t want to be associated with me if they do, and everyone knows how close all of us are.
Placing my phone on the coffee table, I shake my head and hold Tiggy close. Everything is going to be okay. Mateo and Lainey are just trying to scare me into coming back. They aren’t going to tell anyone about what I long for.
I sigh once again, leaning my head on the couch as I look at Elijah. He looks so peaceful, something I haven’t seen yet. The past day has been them worried about me, anything but peaceful for any of us. I clutch Tiggy closer to my chest as I continue to look at Elijah, my eyes getting heavier and heavier.
“Just for a couple of minutes,” I mumble to myself.
A couple of minutes with my eyes won’t be bad, right?
“Did you just take a picture?” someone whispers.
I snuggle my face into the warmth, sighing, not wanting to wake up.
“Shhh.” The other person quiets. “Don’t wake her up.”
“We need to wake her up so she can eat and actually sleep tonight,” the first person says.
It sounds like Elijah and Brix, but that can’t be true. Brix is off at work, and Elijah is sleeping on the couch.
“She looks so peaceful and content right now.” Brix places a hand on my back.
