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That’s… wow.

I need a minute to compose my thoughts because it turned me on way more than it should have. I’m sure it was meant to be innocent, but something about it went right to my dick. Having her here is going to be a struggle in some aspects, it seems.

“Sweetheart, you can smell us whenever you want.”

Thank God for Pierce because what was about to come out of my mouth was much dirtier.

Chapter Eighteen

Forge

It’s a cold, rainy day. We don’t get a lot of rain in the area, so it’s welcome. I get out of bed and my feet touch the cold floor. Pierce is still sleeping soundly on his side of the bed. To be fair, I’m awake earlier than usual. I didn’t sleep great because I was worried about Raewyn. I felt like I needed to stay awake in case she came down and need something. I nodded off a bit, but I kept listening for her to come down the stairs. She didn’t, so I assume she had a good night.

I go to the living room to check the temperature panel and turn the heat up a few degrees. The system turns on with a low hum, and I go to the bathroom attached to our bedroom to get ready for the day. When I pull open the door after showing, Pierce looks at me over his phone with a sleepy smile.

“You’re up early,” he comments.

“Didn’t sleep much,” I say, stepping into the room.

“What are you trying to do to her dressed like that?”

I glance down at my outfit.

“It’s just sweatpants and a t-shirt?”

“Grey sweatpants, Forge. They’re grey.”

“And?”

He shakes his head. “Never mind.”

He puts his phone down and stretches, then throws the blankets off and takes his turn in the shower while I quietly make breakfast. Pierce will leave soon for work, and Raewyn and I will have the entire day to ourselves. I called Captain last night to let him know that I need a personal day today. Thankfully, he seemed too busy to ask questions and just said it was fine.

The rain picks up, tapping on the sky light in the living room as I scramble up some eggs. There is sausage in a pan on the back burner, and it’s just about done. The coffee is going, and the bread is ready to be pushed down into the toaster.

Everything is done by the time Pierce is walking out of the room, ready and dressed for the day in his typical slacks and button up shirt.

“Wow, you trying to impress someone?” he asks as he walks over to me.

“Don’t give me shit,” I mutter, grabbing three plates.

He kisses my cheek from behind.

“Just noticing,” he comments. “I think it’s good.”

I put the plates on the counter, then face Pierce.

“Should we wait for her? Should I make her a plate? If she’s still sleeping, I don’t want to bother her.”

He looks up toward her bedroom, contemplating.

“You could make the plates and wait for her, if you’d like.” He looks back at me.

We usually eat breakfast together. Every morning, that’s what we do.

“You don’t mind?”

Pierce narrows his eyes at me, and I can tell he wants to say something. It’s on the tip of his tongue. But all he says is, “Of course I don’t mind.”