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“Why not you?” Nitro counters. “I don’t think you know this, but you’re pretty fucking amazing, Jasmine Davies.”
“Not to mention fucking sexy,” I tease, getting a huff from her.
“We choose you, Jazz,” Nitro says in his gruff voice.
“Easy as that?” she asks, brow raised.
Nitro shrugs one shoulder. “I think all relationships should be easy as that. As long as we all choose each other, and continue choosing each other, I can’t see how this -” he points at me and Jazz, “won’t work.”
A smile tugs at my lips. No matter how conflicted and scared and worthless my man may feel, he’s always felt that relationships, therightrelationships with people you love, should be as easy as breathing.
“So, three musketeers then?” Jazz says, a smile playing on her lips.
“Only if I can be D’artagnan,” I say, because that’s the only one I remember and I’m pretty certain I learned that from some shitty movie back in the day.
“He technically wasn’t one of the three musketeers…” Nitro drifts off at the huge smile on Jazz’s face, “what?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all.” Jazz says, eyes dancing as she plucks a grape off the breakfast tray and pops it in her mouth.
“That’s enough heavy stuff for this morning, we’ve got to feed our girl,” I wink at Jazz who turns pink.
We take turns at feeding Jazz grapes before she slaps our hands away and forces us to eat with her. This here is everything, and yet it’s not anything like I imagined for myself. It would seem that getting shot was the best thing that ever happened to me. That one split second where I thought I was going to die has now turned into what I hope will be a lifetime of love and happiness with two people who light up at my care, and in turn, light me up. This may only be breakfast, but it’ll be the first breakfast of many.
Chapter 18
Jasmine
“Miss Jasmine, do I have something on my face?”
I stare down at Rodney and I can’t help the slight twitch in my right eye. I can play this one of two ways. Ignore the fact that he has black paint all over his face, or be a good teacher and human, and ask him nicely to wash it off before someone accuses him of a hate crime.
Sucking my bottom lip into my mouth I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
“Nope, Rodney. I don’t think so,” I reply, shrugging my shoulders and ignoring Elio’s gaze which seems to be darting between me and Rodney.
He holds my gaze and his lips tip up before he goes back to what he’s doing. He’s a cool kid. Super intelligent and really, probably should be in advanced learning classes, not my art therapy classes, but he seems to like being here. He may not say much either verbally or with his expressions, but I’ve seen him around the clubhouse and when he doesn’t want to do something there is nothing you can do to make him. The fact that he’s happy to come in, sit down and make art makes me smile. Even if all his art veers toward skeletons.
“Damn, totally thought I had some on there,” Rodney says as he struts away to go make a mess somewhere else.
Rolling my eyes I get back to checking that everyone has the right resources - finger paints, accessible paint brushes, some have small bits and pieces for gluing, others brightly colored tinsel.
A soft tapping at the door grabs my attention. I take a quick look to make sure everything is under control as my teaching assistant waves me to the door. Cracking it open I’m met with two men in uniform, dark eyes on me and wide smiles.
“Hey, babe, just wanted to drop you something for lunch.” Fox whispers, a boyish grin on his face.
“We were worried you wouldn’t have time for something nutritious,” Zane adds, a small smile playing on his lips.
It’s so sweet, so unexpected and takes me off guard so much that I just blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “Are you two feeders?”
Zane chokes on air and Fox snorts, “Ah, I don’t think so?”
“Babe,” Zane places his large, warm hands on my shoulders, turning me to face him a little more. “We just want to make sure that you’re taken care of.”
“Yeah, we want you to have enough energy for…activities,” Fox adds, biting his bottom lip.
Zane reaches up, cupping Fox’s face and using his thumb to gently tug Fox’s lip from his teeth. It’s so hot. So very, very hot and I’m almost willing to ditch out of school for the rest of the day to watch these two make out. Which surprises the hell outta me because I never thought I would be into voyeurism or anything like that. I read my porn, not watch it, and yet the thought of two incredibly sexy men making out in front of me, doing things to each other as I watch, gets me so hot and bothered.
“Tonight baby,” Fox whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my mouth.
