Page 105 of Saved By Two

We have no idea where Mason has been or what happened, but seeing Jessica light up and the joy on her face is all that matters.

ChapterFifty-Six

JESSICA

I can’t believe Mason will be here tomorrow. It seems like forever since I saw him last, and it’s been just under two weeks since I found out he was okay. Hearing his voice and speaking to him was exactly what I needed. He couldn’t tell me much, only that he was undercover and out of the country. We’ve talked since then; he’s called me every chance he gets. Yesterday, he told me he’d be back tomorrow to come and get me.

My eyes roam across my bedroom. Even though the guys gutted and refurnished it, I only come here to dress and use the bathroom.

They’ve shown me what true pleasure is—worshipping me in a way I never thought possible. They know my body better than I do. The truth is, they’ve ruined me for anyone else. My nights are spent between them, safe in their arms. They’re like my own personal weighted blankets. I can’t imagine what would have happened if they hadn’t opened their home to me. They’ve been patient and kind, helping me heal, and the thought of losing them makes me feel sick. But these two remarkable men had a life before me. This was never meant to be long-term. I worry it’s my selfish need, wanting them both the way I do, using them as emotional crutches.

I pull all my clothes from the dresser, pile them onto the bed, and then pull out the small suitcase from when they took me to Camber Sands. I flip it open and carefully begin to add my clothes.

They’ve seen to my every need and bought me everything I could want, and even if I could repay them for that, I could never find a way to repay them for their kindness.

I glance at the few shirts I’ve accumulated from Caleb and Noah, grabbing them off the back of the chair and bringing them to my nose. I close my eyes as I savour their familiar scents. But it’s not just them. They smell of me, too. I open my eyes and add them before going into the bathroom and collecting some of my toiletries. The rest I can pack in the morning.

Walking back into the bedroom in a daze, I’m startled by Caleb, and I drop what’s in my hands. I scramble to pick them up, my heart jackhammering in my chest.

He’s leaning against the doorjamb, his arms over his broad chest, his ankles crossed, with a deep-set frown as he studies me and then the suitcase.

“Going somewhere, little one?”

I swallow and push to my feet, dropping my lotions and bottles on the duvet.

“I was going to tell you and Noah tonight at dinner. Mason is coming to get me tomorrow.” But I’ve been putting it off, not knowing how to broach the subject. Unable to look at him, I add the shampoo and conditioner bottles to the inner partition of the case. Out of my peripheral, I see Caleb push away from the doorway until he’s beside me.

His index finger reaches my chin as he lifts my face until I stare at him. I’m trapped in the depths of his stern, intense gaze, his eyes dark, swirling with a mixture of emotions I can’t quite decipher.

“And why is Mason coming to get you exactly?”

I swallow and try to keep my voice level. “He said I could stay with him for a while. Until I find somewhere permanent to live.”

“Hmm, I thought that was what you were doing here—with Noah and me.”

My heart lurches in my chest; we never discussed this being permanent, but then we never really discussed it at all.

“This was temporary,” I reply, and instantly regret it. He appears almosthurt.“I just mean, it’s time I let you both get back to your lives.”

He drops his finger, taking any warmth away as he steps back, his gaze accessing, calculating.

“So, you were just going to pack up your stuff, eat dinner with us, and then drop the bombshell that you were leaving us?” He waves his hand towards the suitcase and then back to me. “Just like that, you were going to leave. Do you not want to be here? Is that it?”

“No, not at all… it’s complicated.” A word I fucking detest.

He crosses his arms over his chest and raises an eyebrow.

“Oh really, well, how about you enlighten me.”

I shake my head, his smell intoxicating, his close proximity confusing my senses. “I don’t even know how to explain it…”

His tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek, his entire body tense. “Well, how about you fucking try.” I’ve heard him angry before, but not directly at me. It’s intimidating.

“I can’t keep doing this thing with you and Noah.”

He rears his head back as though I’ve slapped him. “What?”

I shake my head.Fuck.

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