Page 75 of You Found Me in the Dark
I looked down and realized my tits were out. I gasped, pullingup a blanket to cover my bare breasts. “Fuck, you could’ve said something sooner!”
She laughed while closing the door on the way out.
There was something weirdly domestic about the five of us crammed around the kitchen table, passing around a plate of toast like it was some sacred offering.
Cam had made scrambled eggs—surprisingly edible—and Harper showed up with a box of bakery muffins like she had promised. There was fresh fruit and miscellaneous drinks. Honestly, they brought enough snacks to last a day or two.
The air still held traces of awkward tension, but there was something easy about it too, like this version of us had been happening for a while. Not new, just unspoken.
Reed sat close beside me, his thigh pressed against mine under the table like he didn’t care who noticed. He hadn’t moved much since I leaned into him. His hand was on my knee now, warm and steady like an anchor.
I caught Harper watching us and smirking to herself. She would look and then look away quickly.
Cam was uncharacteristically quiet as he chewed on a piece of toast, his eyes darting to Harper every few minutes when he thought no one was paying attention. Subtle. Kind of. But I wasn’t the only one who noticed.
Reed leaned toward me and whispered, “He’s so obvious.”
I smothered a laugh in my mug. “Please. Like you weren’t five seconds away from staking your claim the second I walked in.”
“I did stake my claim.”
I blushed. Damn him.
Lena shifted next to me, letting me know she could hear what he said. I laughed to myself, maybe I told her too much.
Across the table, Harper and Cam were already back atit—bickering over who took the last blueberry muffin like it was life or death.
“You had two,” Harper accused, pointing a finger at him.
“They were small,” Cam countered.
“So is your self-control.”
“Oh, that’s rich coming from someone who showed up in pajamas.”
Harper gasped, clearly delighted. “You wish you could pull this outfit off.”
Cam muttered something under his breath that sounded dangerously close to agreement.
Reed nudged me under the table. “What do you think—two weeks before he caves?”
I grinned. “A week. Tops.”
He kissed my temple, and somehow, breakfast didn’t feel awkward anymore.
Just ours.
After breakfast, we all sort of fell into an unspoken rhythm—dishes being washed, leftovers wrapped up, the kind of easy coordination that only happens when you know your people.
Harper bumped her hip against mine while we wiped down the counters. “Go get ready, sleepy girl. You’ve got serious bedhead, and I know you’re not going out like that.”
I rolled my eyes but smiled, tossing the dish towel onto the counter. “Fine, but you’re both coming with me.”
“Obviously,” they said in unison.
They trailed behind me down the short hall into my room, flopping onto my bed like we were teenagers again and nothing had changed. Except everything had. My chest ached a little at the thought.
I stood in front of the mirror and put in a little effort—just some tinted balm, a touch of blush dusted across my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. Enough to give me a glow, not enough to hide the freckles I never had the energy to cover anyway. I pulled half my hair up with a claw clip, the rest falling in soft waves over my shoulders.
