Not a great habit, but I’d be fine. Everything in moderation was key if you had diabetes. I worked hard to keep my symptoms controlled so that I could do things like forget once in a while. Or have ice cream.
Or a waffle.
After this morning, I was seriously in the mood for Cream Dream’s after-hours X-rated waffles. Maybe I could convince Isolde and Ocean to do brunch there this week.
By the time I was fully ready, they were all in the kitchen. Logan cooked something at the stove that smelled savory and delicious. Theo typed on his laptop. Bastian had some kind of workout shake, and hewinkedat me.
Hopefully at some point I would stop perfuming every time they looked at me, but today wasn’t that day.
Brooks looked up from his phone and grinned. “Morning.”
“Good morning.”
He caught me around the waist as I reached for a piece of fruit from the basket on the counter. “Did you have fun last night?”
“I slept last night. But I did have some fun this morning.”
“Did you take another shower?”
The air in the kitchen stilled, the rest of the Alphas in the room were suddenly listening. “No, I didn’t.”
It hadn’t seemed necessary to do a whole extra shower. I cleaned myself up instead.
Brooks reached down and gripped my thigh beneath the skirt I wore and slid it up until he touched my underwear. “If I slide my fingers under these will you still be messy?”
Shaking my head, I smirked. “As hot as that might be, I’m diabetic. This isn’t sexy, I’m sorry. I get yeast infections more than the average woman, and I hate them. Not about to risk one when we’re just starting this. Believe me, I have no desire to be out of commission with one. They’re the worst.”
He teased the edge of my underwear with a grin. “Good to know. And as much as I’d like to show you what it would be like to be bent over the counter and taken, I know you have to go to work.”
“You don’t?”
“I do. But my work is here or in the downstairs gym with this one,” he nodded to Bastian. “Occasionally an off-location gym if he needs a different sparring partner or equipment we don’t have.”
“Lucky.”
Logan turned off the stove and came over to steal me from Brooks for kisses. “You’ll have to let us know what kind of foods you need, and we’ll make sure to have them.”
I leaned into his embrace. “That’s okay. I can eat anything. And I can buy my own groceries.”
Chuckling, Logan backed me into a corner between the countertops. “Trinity, you’re ours.”
“Yeah…?”
“You’re ours,” he murmured against my lips. “You live here now. I know we haven’t gotten all your things yet, and I know this is new, but you areours. Even if you can’t feel it yet. At some point, we’ll need to know what kinds of foods you like, the ones that are good and bad for your condition, and the way you monitor it.”
“That… is another fair point.”
Slowly, he kissed me one more time. Teasing my mouth open with lips and tongue until I wasn’t thinking about anything but him. “What were you saying?”
“I know it’s a lot, considering we’ve been togethera day, but we’re already planning on forever.”
My heart skipped a beat. That’s what this was, right? Forever? And I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I wished I felt the match the way they did so I could understand the depth of it. If everything worked out, this was for the rest of our lives. I believed them, but it was hard to understand when I couldn’t feel it yet.
“So stop acting like the things you need are a burden.”
Oh. “I hadn’t thought about it like that. I’m just… I’ve been on my own a long time. It’s what I’m used to. It will take some time.”
“We don’t care how long it takes. Now get to work so you can come back and we can play.”