Page 87 of Insta-Family (Forbidden Descendants 3)

I laughed, always happier in Cress’s sunny presence, and I pulled him in close, meeting his boyfriend’s gaze over his shoulder.

“Mav,” I murmured with a nod.

He bobbed his chin at me. “Sup?”

These two being together had always intrigued me. Maverick was the definition of the tough, macho male of few words, always straight-faced and severe, while Cress was an absolute marshmallow, big on drama and emotions, and always had something to say. Yet they seemed to mesh well together, better than most couples, in fact. It made me wonder what kind of personality I would need from someone else to make me feel happy and complete.

When Vaughn’s face flashed through my head, I cleared my throat and lifted my gaze to Cress just as he peered around the front room.

“And where is that precious little bundle of love you birthed? I need some snuggles from her too.”

I blinked at the gift bag he handed me, frowning as I tried to remember if he’d already given me a baby gift or not. I think he had. Shaking my head in confusion, I finally answered, “She’s napping.”

“Aah. Well, in that case, we brought cheesecake.” Cress motioned toward Maverick, who lifted a plastic-covered, pie-shaped container I hadn’t realized he’d been holding until now.

My eyes widened and my mouth began to water. “Oh, wow. What in the world did I do to deserve all this?”

Cress smiled coyly and fluttered his lashes teasingly. “I’m going to tell you...just as soon as we all get a piece.”

“In that case...” I hooked my arm through his and ordered, “This way.”

As I led him toward the kitchen, Maverick shut the door behind us and followed.

Once we reached the table, Cress plopped himself down on a chair and snapped his fingers at me, saying, “Forks, please.”

I set down my baby gift and clapped in excitement be

fore obediently fetching three forks. By the time I returned, both men were already seated and had the lid to the cheesecake pulled open.

I handed them each a fork, and the three of us silently dug in, Cress picking a chocolate-drizzled piece, Maverick going for plain cheesecake, and I attacked the only slice of strawberry marble that was available.

After each of us took a mouthful, we moaned in unison and nodded our appreciation at each other.

“God, that hit the spot,” I announced after swallowing.

Cress snickered. “Funny. That’s exactly what Maverick said to me just last night.”

“Oh geez,” I muttered and rolled my eyes. “Just rub it in that you guys are getting some, and I’m not, why don’t you.”

“Speaking of getting some,” Cress said, grinning wickedly as he leaned close and waggled his brows. “How’s that new roommate been working out for you?”

“Oh my God, shut up,” I hissed, widening my eyes at him. “He’s in the bathroom right now, taking a shower, so zzt. And besides, he’s not my roommate. He’s my tenant. And that is definitely not happening between us.”

Even though it very well might’ve been happening this very moment, if Cress hadn’t arrived and interrupted us.

But I was just going to chalk that—whatever it had been—up to a strange blip too.

“Wait.” Maverick lifted a hand and shook his head as if to clear it. “Did you say he’s in the shower right now?”

“Like, right now, right now?” Cress added.

Yeah. They had to focus on that, didn’t they, when I’d been trying so desperately not to think about it.

When I nodded and sent them each a please-don’t-say-it death glare, Cress blinked and glanced at Maverick, who lifted his eyebrows in interest. They turned back to me in unison.

“You mean, he’s showering in the back bathroom, which is basically on the other side of that very wall, right this second?” Cress pressed.

“Yes,” I gritted out from between clenched teeth.

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