I couldn’t believe that we spent a weekend with no drama or anyone trying to kill us! I couldn’t help but focus on the foot massage that Greyson was giving me on the couch as unusual smells wafted from the kitchen as Wyatt worked on our dinner. The only downside to this weekend was that it would come to an end tonight. It finally felt like the three of us were living everyday life, but now we would have to go back out into the cruel world. Wyatt was back to his usual over-attentive self, while Greyson got his mischievous attitude back. I jerked my head up as my eyes opened and met Greyson’s gray piercing stare.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.
“You are falling asleep. You will miss dinner.” Greyson smirked.
“Not that we have had much sleep this week,” I said, winking.
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