Corin and Tate were nowhere to be seen and the bedroom door was opened, the bed made in Tate’s signature meticulous style Lucian was kicked back on the couch, a thick paperback in his hands, a pair of red Beats on his ears Baxter and Evangeline were in the kitchen, leaning side by side against the counter beside the fridge, sharing a knife and a block of cheese. We left the room, as Canaan shrugged into his shirt. “And he’ll be all be like, yo, wash my sheets and maybe call and ask next time, and I’ll be all like, yo, no problem, and that’s that. “We were in his bed, in his room, without asking.” I was combing my fingers through my hair in an attempt to mitigate bedhead. “You’ve clearly never seen Baxter when he’s upset then, that was…that wasn’t even mild irritation.” He tugged on his jeans, zipped and buttoned, and snagged his T-shirt off the floor. It’s not a big deal.”Ĭanaan just laughed. Once they closed the door, I slipped out of bed and quickly dressed, while Canaan took his time, stretching, yawning, and scratching, before finally getting out of the bed. “Baxter.” All she did was say his name, but he sighed, a sound of resignation and irritation. “I’m not being an ogre, I just-” Evangeline must have squeezed pretty hard, because he went silent abruptly. Not like I need my bedroom or nothin’.”Įvangeline pulled him backward by the bicep. Um, could we maybe finish this after I’m dressed?”īax snorted. That hardly makes me your kid brother.” Canaan shifted to a sitting position. “I’m barely two years younger than you, douchebag. “Aerie Kingsley, all snuggled in my bed with my kid brother. Hi, Bax.”īaxter’s eyebrow slowly arched upward. Had…um…sleeping arrangement issues, so we borrowed your bed.”
“Yo, am I-this is my bedroom, yeah? Like, I’m not hallucinating?”Ĭanaan blinked awake, finally, and tossed a wave with one hand while scrubbing his eyes with the other. The door swung open at that moment, and I instinctively tugged the blankets up to my chin, as Baxter stood hulking in the doorway, a stunningly beautiful woman of medium height with jet-black hair peering around his shoulder.īaxter tilted his head to one side, stepped backward out of the room to glance at the hallway. “I don’t want him to come in and find us in his bed like this.” “And I think your brother is home, and about to come in.” “It’s eleven thirty in the morning, Cane.” So, when I’m woken to voices outside the bedroom door, then peer sleepily at the red numerals of the cheap digital alarm clock and see 11:30 a.m., I’m shocked.
I know in the few months Corin and I have been…dating, or whatever you want to call this thing…I’ve never known him to sleep later than seven thirty. Usually, we’re both automatically up by at least seven, and usually earlier there was always just too much we wanted to do to waste time sleeping all morning, and I figured it’s probably similar with the boys. Tate will occasionally sleep in until maybe nine or so, but that’s rare. I’ve never been one to sleep in late and, as far as I know, neither are any of the Badd brothers.
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