I want to do bad things to all four of you, I inform them, wasting no time, since I don’t know when this Paca chick will be returning.
How are you, Eadlyn? Mom asked.Good. I have some questions for you later, I added quietly.
No doubt a little boy talk, eh? Ms. Warren asked with a wink. Mom and Miss Lucy indulged her with a laugh, but while I smiled, I thought she should know the truth.I don’t think the Selection is quite what you imagine.She raised her eyebrows. Please, give me thirty-five men fighting over me any day!
Honestly, it’s more work than anything, I promised. We make it look exciting, but it’s challenging.I can back that up, Mom said. No matter what side of the situation you’re on, it’s hard. There are long hours of nothing happening followed by bursts of events. She shook her head. Even now, just thinking back on it, I feel tired.
Mom rested her head on her hand and flicked her eyes toward me. There was something in her expression, that motherly, accepting look, that made me feel understood and comforted.
But there was the same worry there, the hint of stress that Dad was wearing this morning. She brushed off the moment and focused on Ms. Warren. So, Milla, the last I heard, things were going well in Calgary.I can’t help but wonder who is desperately fucking me like it’s all they’ve ever wanted to do. More things spill to the ground, the wall cracks behind me, and the brutal rhythm only gets more punishing as he makes sounds behind gritted teeth.
Something inside me fuses to something inside him. I’m not sure what it is, or why it happens, but words are dragged from my lips before I can stop them.I love you too, I whisper, only panicking a little once I realize how possibly premature that is.
They’ve known me one day. I’ve been falling in love with them for years. But—The hands on me grip that much tighter, as his hips stagger, the rhythm almost losing pace, just as something unnaturally good washes over me from head to toe.