“Not without you!” she whined, her voice pitching up into an adorable, desperate squeak. She yanked on Raiden’s jacket, completely refusing to let go. “I don’t want to be in here. It smells like bleach and…and…and lonely. I want to sleep with you guys.”
“Sweatheart, you’re entirely too drunk for this,” Ace chuckled softly. Despite his words, his silver eyes were completely blown out with blatant desire as he leaned against the doorframe. “If you ask us to sleep with you, we’re not going to say no, and Greyson will likely have an actual stroke.”
“I want my collection,” Callie pouted, stubbornly crossing her arms over her chest, which was difficult considering she was still holding onto Raiden. “I want the Dragon. And the Bumblebee. And the Kitty.” She glared directly at me. “And the Pengu
