Page 126 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

Mind space is limited right now, though.

I need to take measures.

Take care of my pack.

So I pick up my phone and place an order.

Grey joins me at some point in the search for food. He shoots me a grin and then uncovers some crackers and spread cheese, as well as some orange juice.

“A spread for kings,” I mutter and he laughs.

“There’s no way I’m cooking tonight,” he says. “I’m wiped out.”

He looks good, tired but happy, his eyes shiny. Helplessly, I walk over to him and go on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

“What was that for?”

“Just glad I’m here with you,novio.”

“No bueno.That’s not how you kiss your boyfriend,” he counters and draws me against him for a deep, scorching kiss that has my toes curling on the floor.

Heated floor, because Zayne rocks.

Speaking of whom… A sweaty, smelly Zayne staggers into the kitchen, shoves his head under the faucet and starts swallowing water like a man who was lost in the desert for days.

Grey snickers. “Look who crawled out of the nest.”

Zayne turns off the water and shakes his head like a dog. “I’m starving.”

Big surprise. Just as I thought. Grey and I pile our loot on the kitchen table and Zayne grunts his approval.

“Where are Ronin and Casey?” I ask.

“Still asleep. Or passed out. Hard to tell the difference. I’ll go get them.”

“I can fry some eggs,” Grey says and gets another approving grunt. “If that’s not too unhealthy for you.”

“Carbs would be good right now,” Zayne says. “I’d eat anything. I feel like I’ve started to digest my stomach lining.”

So Grey puts the pan on the fire and I set out plates and silverware, and soon enough the smell of frying eggs fills the air.

My mom would have a fit. She might say I’m letting myself go and self-control is important—but we’re way past that. It doesn’t feel as important anymore. I shattered my control, let go of it, and now I’m in this apartment with these sweet, gorgeous men and a hope for a future that makes me smile.

That’s worth so much more than the time I put into my masterplan and its ultimate failure, the angsting and fearing of a change and a new turn in my life, especially after losing my father and my brother’s breakdown and disappearance.

It’s worth everything.

Zayne returns with Casey and Ronin. They are still buck-naked, and it’s so funny—and also hot, okay. They walk like drunks, stumbling into furniture, dopey grins on their faces. It makes me laugh, and then my heart swells and I go hug them. I want to hug them all.

None of us has showered yet. The smell of musk, cum and sweat hangs strong on the air, but the spices of their pheromones are even stronger and it draws me to them. I want to bury my nose in their necks and inhale.

Ew,I know, right? But it’s true. I want to bathe in their scents. Well, bathe more. That’s a good sign, right? A sign that they’re my mates, since I find their smell so delicious. Perfect scent-match.

As if I need more proof.

As if my feelings aren’t real enough.

It’s time to trust them, trust myself.

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