“I’m sure that’s not true.”
I arch one eyebrow at her. “Trust me, sweetheart. It is.” I plant another quick kiss on her lips before climbing off the bed and waddling out of the room because my boxers are filled with cum. Indie finds this hilarious, and the sound of her laughter follows me into the bathroom.
When I catch my reflection in the mirror, it’s almost startling. I look like a different person. Lighter. Happier. Hopeful.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” I whisper to myself. Then I make quick work of cleaning myself up and giving my boxers a quick scrub. When I’m done, I root around the bathroom until I find a small stack of washcloths and wet one with warm water. Have to take care of my girl.
She’s sitting on her bed with her knees tucked up under her chin, her arms wrapped around herself. Those familiar hazel eyes track me as I walk in with the washcloth, waiting to see what I’ll say or do.
“Hey, pretty girl, let’s get you cleaned up.” I hold the washcloth up and do a little wave, which has her whole chest and face flushing a bright shade of pink.
“Oh, no, I can do that in the bathroom. It’s fine.” She shifts on the bed, her gaze darting between me and the closed bedroom door.
“Let me take care of you.”
“I should change my undies, anyway.”
Indie may have let go when we were in the heat of the moment, but it’s clearly going to take some time and effort to get her truly comfortable. And that’s fine. I can be patient. I have lots of practice with patience. “Okay. Here.”
I hand her the washcloth as she scurries past me, quickly digs through a drawer to grab a pair of panties, which she hides in her fist, then escapes to the bathroom.
She’s cute as hell.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. There’s a brief pause, then the thing buzzes again and again. Glancing at the door, I figure I have a few minutes to check in with the guys and tell them to chill out. The last thing I want is to wake up to two hundred text messages.
It’s happened before, and I’m sure it will happen again. But not tonight.
Griffin
How’s it going, Bashy-cakes? Have you locked your woman down yet?
Maddox
Dude, it’s been like an hour.
Griffin
I know. That’s plenty of time.
Ryder
I don’t want to bug him, but I’m curious too.
Logan
It’s nice having all of this aimed at someone else now that Blair and I are together. You guys are a lot.
Griffin
A lot of awesomeness.
Logan
Sure.
Griffin
Rude.