The rest of the weekend was uneventful. The boys said they had work to do, but I couldn't come along since they would not be in the office and there was still a lockdown for everyone who wasn't a big boss in the company.
After we got home last night, Brendon took a shower and said he needed to crash. I could see the fatigue plaguing his body as he slowly walked to his room, dragging his feet. He left the door open since I wanted to stay up to wait for Zane. I could hear the light, rhythmic snores coming from his room when Zane finally walked through the front door. I felt so much relief that I didn't want him out of my sight.
Once he got out of the shower, he went to his new place on the couch, but I had already moved his stuff back into his room. His eyes challenged me, but I didn't ca
