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    Ever After Awaits

    Chapter 72: bLa /bPOV

    After our mutual confessions, nal many more words are spoken between us.

    He quietly gets off the bed and disappears into the bathroom, returning a few momentster with a warm, wet washe loth to clean me up with a fenderness that makes my heart love him even more.

    Next, he grabs one of the boxers from his dresser and helps me to put it on, saying in a tone that holds no remorse, “I’m sorry about ripping your underwear, I’ll buy you new ones.” I then pull on the t–shirt he offered me earlier, his smell engulfing me and making my soul sigh in contentment.

    He helps me into his bed and then climbs in beside me, immediately pulling me towards him so my head rests on his chest. His arm is ng over bmy /bback, his fingertipszily skirting up and down my upper arm.

    “You didn’t have to say it back,” he says into the silence that has settled around us. “And I didn’t tell you because of what we did.”

    Leaning up onto my elbow so I can give him my full attention for him to hear me loud and clear when I say, “I know. I never for one second doubted if you had ulterior motives. I’ve been feeling like this for a while, I just didn’t want to scare you by admitting it first.”

    His responding smile is a thing bof /bbeauty, and has my heart clenching in my chest, bso /bI lean down and kiss him with every ounce of emotion he has been the creator of.

    Pulling away, he ces his hand on my head and pushes it back to his chest before dering, “Now sleep.”

    With a chuckle and a mock scolding tone, I say, “Bossy muchb?/b” before I wiggle against him to getfortable.

    Settling in with a smile bof /bpure happiness, my eyes drift closed, and sleep finds me easily, carting me off to dreams filled with Hunter’s kisses.

    The sound of muffled voices slowly pulls me from my dream of getting lost in Hunter and how he lights up my body.

    Before I can gather enough willpower to drag myself into full consciousnessb, /ba big, burly bodynds on me.

    With a slight scream, my eyes pop open, locking onto Cade’s. He stares with a mischievous glint at me as he hovers bover /bme on his hands and knees. “Morning, Sunshine,” he says with huskiness that hints at him also just having woken up.

    “Morning, Cade. What made you think it was a good idea bto /bwake me ip bso /bunceremoniously this early in the morning?”

    “One, it’s not early in the morning anymore, it’s almost noon. And secondly, I was getting jealous bof /bHunter having you to himself for so long,”es his reply as he mock poutsb, /beven jutting his lower lip out like ba /bchild on the verge of bursting into tears.

    “Asshole,” Hunter grumbles with his eyes still closed next to me, then turns on his side towards me, trying to pull me into his arms. When he realizes Cade’s preventing him from doing so by trapping the sheets over my body with his hands and knees, his eyes pop open and he shoves Cade, hard enough to dislodge bhim /band ultimately causing him to fall off my side of bthe /bbed.

    I gasp, immediately trying to sit up to check on Cade, afraid he might have hit his head when hended, but Hunter is having none of it. He bands his strong arm around me, pulls my back to his front, and spoons me while burying his nose in my hair and inhaling reverently.

    “Hunter…” I start, “Let me up. I need to see if Cade’s okay.”

    “No,” he answers me, sounding like a petnt child who’s not getting his way. “You’re in my bed, in my room, so until you set foot out that door, you’re

    bmine /band bmine /balone.i” /i

    Before I can scold him further, though, Cade’s head pops up and he leans his elbows on the edge of the bed next to me, looking at me with a tender smile. “Were you worried about mne,

    Sunshineb? /b

    “Of course, you big oaf,” I say as I roam my eyes over his face and the portions of his upper body visible from this angle. Reaching over, he bwipes /ba lock of hair off my forehead and says, “I’m okay, babe. It won’t be the first time Hunter’s pushed me out of his bed, and I have a sneaking suspicion that it won’t be thest. Especially if you start having more sleepovers here.”

    His smile is one of boyish charm mixed with hope that I won’t deny his not so subtle hint.

    Chapter 72 La POV

    “we’ll see,” is my only reply I can give him, especially with things being weird between Kavier and me I don’t want house just because I’m here and one of their roommates can’t help being a dickad atmund me on a regr bes

    Al’s voice suddenly drifts through the bedroom doni, presumably speaking to Xavier, “Have you seen Cade yet this warning!

    My eyes ewing in the menace in question, and he ces his finger to his lips, telling me to keep quiet.

    “No man, didn’t he maybe go for a run?” Xavier’s reply is muffled but still distinguishable.

    “I checked in his room, and his running shoes are still beside the dresser where he always leaves them.”

    “Could he be in Hunter’s room?” Xavier basks/bb, /bsounding bas /bif he’s stepped closer to the door.

    “I don’t see why, La’s still with him, and I can’t bsee /bCade being such an asshole to interrupt their btime /btogether.b” /b

    That makes me snort, and Cade chuckles softly. Hunter, still nestled against bmy /bbackb, /bspeaks bup /bloudly enough that the two in the hallway can bear hin b“/bYou’d be wrong about the iasshole /iand his whereabouts.b” /b

    Hunter’s sentence is barely finished before AJ pushes open the bedroom door andes strolling inside with Xavier not too far behind bhim/b. Al smiles when he sees I’m awake, scowls when he sees Cade kneeling next to the bed on bmy /bsideb, /bband /bbgets /ba look bof /bwhat bI /bthink is envy in his eyes, as bhe /bnotices Hunter wrapped around me like an anaconda.

    “Morning, Cupcake,” he says as he starts crawling up the bed to wedge himself between me and the edge of the bed, effectively breaking Cade’s line of vision of me.

    “Morning,” I say with a tender smile bas /bbI /blook into his still sleep–filled chocte brown eyes.

    Xavier speaks up nextb, /btentatively, “Good morning. I hope you slept well.”

    Hunter answers him in a slightly irritated voiceb, /bas he still holds onto me, “No, actually not. Because my three best friends have decided to be little shots by interrupting my morning wakeb–/bbup /bmake–out session with my girl.”

    This makes me giggle as Xavier steps around the foot of the bed so he can lock eyes with me, was talking to La.”

    “I bwasn’t /btalking to you asshole. I don’t care how you slep