Aurora: I’m in Asher’s.
Killian: How are you texting then?
Aurora: What?
Killian: He commands full and undivided attention.
Aurora: It’s not like that. I was finishing up a project for him.
Another text came in, this from Jonah.
Jonah: Kill’s awake, I hear him wandering the corridors. You done being ripped apart by that monster fuck stick of Asher’s?
Jeez, these guys.
Jonah: My turn with him yet?
Aurora: There’s no turn involved.
Jonah: Asher can bounce back in mere minutes. Believe me, there’s a lot of turns to be had yet.
Aurora: We’re not fucking.
Jonah: You’re in his room. I heard you both go in a couple of hours ago.
Aurora: I was working on a project for him.
Killian came back then, resuming his messaging.
Killian: What kind of project?
Jonah: What project?
I rolled my eyes, then opened the group messenger chat.
Aurora: Get in here, both of you. Quietly.
Killian: Both of us? You’re texting with Jonah too?
Aurora: Yes. Being bombarded by you both.
Jonah: Love it.
Aurora: Get in here.
That put an end to their rapid-fire messages.
And then a soft knock sounded on the door.
Oh, right. They needed the access code to get in. When I’d shut it earlier, it had automatically locked again.
I took one last look at the alert that was still flashing on the screen, shaking my head at a sleeping Asher, then shut the lid, put the laptop down and crossed to the door.
I hauled it open to find the two of them standing there.
Jonah had his arm slapped to the wall casually and I started at the sight of him half-naked, all that muscle and those glorious tattoos on display as just a tiny pair of neon-blue briefs covered him. Well, barely, considering how tight they were, as though their job was to emphasize what he was packing, more than anything else.
While Jonah was bright-eyed and had that mischievous smirk plastered on as usual, Killian’s eyes were weary, the beautiful caramel-brown pools only shining when they connected with me. He had a pair of gray sweats on and a white t-shirt hiding the bandages beneath.