Page 92 of Endgame

Yep, I’m rocking the bears today.

Does that mean I’m too comfortable with him? Maybe. I’m good with that.

He told me not to worry about bringing anything but myself. Since I’ve never been able to do that, I chose to disobey him and bring a bag of peanut M&M’s—my favorite movie snack.

After parking Chevy, I walk up to the front of the house, allowing myself to take in the place Callaway has called home the past couple of years.

Despite all the guys making a comfortable and healthy living, I pictured their home resembling a frat house with a littered lawn, overgrown weeds, and bras scattering the yard.

When I let myself think logically, I couldn’t be more wrong.

Mack, Bodhi, Kingston, Gus, and Callaway all take great pride in themselves and the things they care about.

The house seems to represent that.

I’m greeted with a modern square. The home is framed with concrete plastered walls with black metal trim. The windows are massive in size with black trim. I’m noticing a trend. You can tell the landscaping was done by someone hired for the job. It’s far too modern for my taste but seems fitting for a group of guys living together.

I will say that nothing about this place feels like Callaway. He embodies the warmth of ahome.

The outside may register as cold, but I know there’s nothing but warmth inside.

My thoughts solidify when I barely have a chance to step onto the porch before Gus comes flying out the front door in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts and plows into me, sending me over his shoulder.

I’m gripping the chocolate for dear life. No chocolate will be lost at the hands of August Graves.

“She’s here!” I’m giggling to the point I’m afraid I’ll pee my pants. I could get used to this kind of welcome.

Circling the porch to lead me back inside, he rushes me through the front door, all blood rushing to my head from being upside down, as I’m spun around to be met with four sets of masculine eyes. Technically, three, because Kingston with an apron on cooking, is on the opposite side, which looks to be the kitchen.

It smells like macaroni and cheese. My mouth salivates at the smell of it. I’m convinced macaroni and cheese should be a part of all the major food groups. That and french fries.

“What’sup, girl? Hope you’re hungry. Mama’s eatin’ good tonight!”

My eyes dart to find Callaway, shooting death threats his way.

“You told him about that!” He’s giving me that devilish smirk he does so well, knowing he’s been caught.

“What? He cornered me. It slipped. You were adorable, though, mama.”This man.

He’s chuckling, sending all the other guys into deep chuckles. My heart can’t help but warm despite the embarrassment I feel.

“I was caught at a vulnerable moment.”

“No shame, Kodi girl. We all love a woman who can eat.” King is licking his lips and making biting gestures at me like a piranha.Weirdo.

I find Callaway again, looking to reassure him I’m not upset. Lucky for me, I don’t have to look too far before he’s walking up behind me, wrapping his muscular arms around my chest.

“Hi, Angel.” He whispers down my neck.

“Hello to you too, handsome. This place is cool. It looks like a bachelor pad.”

“That’s because it is. I’m working on that part, though.”

I have no idea what he means by that, but this is not the time to ask those kinds of questions, questions that I’m not sure I’m ready for yet.

I send him a small smile and settle into his warm embrace. He kisses me on the back of the head, before reading my mind perfectly.

“Let’s eat.”

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