Without Kiara, I don’t want to be here.
What am I talking about?
I don’t want to be anywhere without Kiara.
“Are you hungry?” Davis asks as he hurries down the stairs to catch up with me. “I can make us a late lunch.”
I shrug, not sure I can eat but knowing I need to.
“It’ll give us something to do while we talk,” he continues, nodding toward the kitchen once we reach the bottom.
“Yeah, sure.”
His smile lights up his face as Mason and Alexander join us. “Is there anything that sounds good to you?”
I shake my head. “Not really.”
I hate it when his face falls. I know he’s just trying to help, but there’s nothing the three of them can do to fix this. There’s nothing anyone can do until Kiara comes home.
“Do you like grilled cheese sandwiches, Crew?”
I glance up at Alexander’s question and nod. “Who doesn’t?”
“Grilled cheese it is. How many should I make?” Without waiting for an answer, Davis starts for the kitchen, leaving us to trail behind him.
“Maybe twelve?” Mason suggests with a shrug, pulling out a stool from beneath the backside of the island and gesturing for me to take it.
Part of me wants to deny his request, but I really don’t have any reason to. I climb onto it, watching as Davis begins gathering ingredients.
“Good boy,” Mason murmurs, sending a shiver down my spine as he sits on the one to my right. “Use the leftover bacon from breakfast, too. It’ll add more protein.”
Alexander huffs. “That doesn’t make it healthy, Mason.”
“Who said anything about it being healthy?” Mason rolls his eyes. “Take a seat, Alex, so we can talk.”
Leaning forward, I cross my arms on top of the island and rest my chin on my arms as I continue to watch Davis, who seems completely at ease in the kitchen.
I’ve always had a thing for men who can cook—even if it’s just grilled cheese.
What can I say? I’m an omega who wants to be provided for, and I really like food.
Kiara always makes sure I’m fed well.
And there goes my mood again.
“Damn, Crew.” Alexander sighs, his hand rubbing my back before freezing. “Shit. Is this okay?”
I shrug. It feels nice, and I can’t decide if I want him to continue or stop, so I’ll let him make the decision.
He hesitates only for another moment before his hand sweeps up and down my spine, and I bite back a contented sigh.
This whole scent match thing is insane. I shouldn’t feel this comfortable with three men I’ve just met—even if I’ve been hearing about them for years.
“Your scent keeps souring,” he says, his hand continuing its motion, and I decide I never want him to stop. “Why?”
“Why do you think?” I scoff.
“Kiara?” Davis reaches across the island to squeeze my hand at my nod.