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Cassian was mouthing a kiss at my other shoulder.

I met his gaze and he gave me such a tired smile. “Me happy.”

I laughed before laying my head down on his chest. Someone’s hand went to my back. I yawned, my lips brushing against Cassian’s skin, “I might fall asleep like this.”

“Oh.” Lee pushed up. “Wait.” He went briskly into his bathroom.

I heard the water running and then…I was out.

23

It wasn’t awkward in the morning. That was mostly because Lee gave me such a tired, but intimate smile when I walked into the kitchen, that the nerves in me vanished. He was cooking sausage on the stove and held out a hand for me.

“Come here,” he said, drowsily.

I yawned, walking straight until I smacked into his side. His arm curved around me, kissing the top of my head as I wrapped my arms around him as well, hugging his side. I sagged against him, watching as he flipped the sausage in the pan.

There was a shuffling sound behind us.

“Morninnn—guh.” Cassian was half walking and half pulling himself along as he yawned, still shirtless, with one of his hands in his hair. He stopped, taking in the sight of us, and the sleep lines around his eyes warmed. He moved in, hitting my side and wrapping his arms around both of us. He nuzzled into my armpit. “I like it here.”

I laughed. “My smelly armpit?”

He nuzzled there, and I could feel him smiling against my skin. “Hmmm. You smell good. Like my cum.”

Heat seared through me.

Lee started coughing before he shot Cassian a smirk. “Just yours, huh?”

Cassian wiggled, pressing in closer. “You know what I mean. Mine. Yours. It doesn’t matter, does it?” He pressed a kiss to my arm before moving to the coffee machine. “She’s ours, right?”

I stilled, my heart starting to pound.

Lee shifted, turning off the stove and pulling me to the side so he could lean against the counter. He shifted me so I was standing in front of him. My back was against his chest and his arms crossed over my front. He rested his chin on my shoulder as I lifted my hands, linking them over his arms. “Is she? Are you?”

I tensed, but damn, I couldn’t fully let my nerves start attacking my insides. Not when Lee was holding me and his thumb began rubbing back and forth on my hand and the lusty, but still-sleepy grin Cassian gave me as he was programming the coffee machine to start brewing.

Both guys were silent.

My heart was skipping beats everywhere. “I mean, I thought this was an exclusive hooking up thing?”

Cassian’s grin grew softer. “I think we’re past that, Cole.”

I held my breath. Did I dare let myself believe… “I’m homeless. Like, my mom found out I could see ghosts and she tried to rob a jewelry store to get away from me. She pretended she thought the police station was the jewelry store. She’s in a psych hospital because no one believes she was in her right mind. My grandparents don’t want me. And I can talk to and see ghosts.”

Poof.

“Not to mention that you have your own little poltergeist as a pet,” Noah drawled, hopping up on the counter by Cassian. “He’s a little thorough shit, but fucking powerful. He melted all of the security cameras around your grandparents’ house. That takes commitment.”

“Get the fuck out,” I said without missing a beat.

Noah paused, his eyes wide, but he vanished.

Cassian frowned, his gaze flicking to where I was looking. “Noah?”

I rubbed at my forehead. “He’s gone. He was just here for a second.”

Lee’s rubbing had moved farther down my arm until his hand was making soothing circles on my hip. Cassian’s gaze fell to Lee’s hand. As the coffee machine began sputtering to life, he came over until he was right in front. He wasn’t touching, but he was so close. His gaze was locked on mine. “I want you to be ours. I’ve felt like you have been since Saturday. I know this is fast, but think of everything we’ve already been through.” He shot Lee a lofty grin. “A couple parties.”