Once Wyatt got over his traumatic break, I could get myself cleaned up while they cooked dinner. The men were pretty quiet through dinner, so I just sat at the table and picked at the food they had on the plate. That was how I knew they weren’t paying attention to me because I felt that if they noticed I wasn’t eating, they would have something to say. Now I sit here in the middle over my large bed while two impeccably gorgeous men lay half-naked on either side of me, snoring as if there isn’t a care in the world. I slowly hurried to the end of the bed before sliding out. I would head to the bathroom even though I didn’t need to, but my mind drew me elsewhere.
I walked out to the living room, where my bag was still in the middle of the floor. I rummaged through its
