Ollie’s POVThat was too close of a call, with Declan nearly walking in on me and Wes. Thank the gods I had the foresight to lock the front door after I entered. Also, I felt gratitude for the drainpipe that was just outside the bathroom window that I had been able to shimmy down.Meeting Wes at his
I’m not listening. She’s close. I can feel her. My fated mate. I need her. Now. She will be mine and I don’t care what Wes has to say about it.If he will not help me, I will find her on my own.I lift my head and scent the air. She was here for sure only a few minutes ago. Hers must have been the s
Declan’s POVFrom what I’ve been able to surmise from Wes’s strange habits and his sudden bright change in mood, I’ve come to the conclusion that he is likely keeping a girlfriend from the family.I’ve been asking myself why he wouldn’t just come forward if he found someone he cares about. The only
Ollie’s POVI’m entirely transfixed by the shifting muscles of Wes’s back as he continues to leave large strokes on the canvas. Seeing his back work makes my mouth go a little dry. Suddenly, I want to put my hands on his skin, to trace out the dips and planes of his back, mapping out the entirety of
Ollie’s POVFor a few days, things progress without much issue. On the days I’m working, Jake doesn’t come in anymore. I change and hide my uniform before walking back home so the brothers don’t suspect anything. Well, if they know that I haven’t quit, they just aren’t calling me on it right now.Ev
“It’s definitely too much,” I say. “But so is all of it.”“It’s not like him,” Nancy says. “I’ve known him a while. We went to school together. I’ve seen him have crushes before, but he’s never been so brazen.”“I’m not sure he thought of this on his own,” I tell her.She gives me a look. “Sylvia?”
Declan’s POVSomething is going on with Wes.Usually, he seems somewhat pensive, his nose always buried in a book or his focus entirely dedicated to one of his many hobbies. The past few days, however, he’s been walking around like he’s trapped in a daydream, easily distracted and aloof.That’s not
From the coffee table nearby, his phone is playing soft instrumentals of big band classics, most of them old romantic tunes that our grandparents probably would have danced to 60 years ago.When we’ve finished our meal, he stands and holds his hand out for me.I look at him in confusion.“Dance with
Ollie’s POVI don’t have work the day of the date, which is a relief, because I still haven’t talked to the brothers about staying at my job. Hopefully they could tell by my wordless retreat that I intend to do what I want with or without their permission. As they aren’t watching me twenty four/seve