Page 95 of Greased

I nod in agreement, “Friends?” I say as I hold a hand out. I still internally wince at the word. Being friends with Dawson doesn’t seem achievable but it's better than being at war with him.

“Friends,” he nods as he puts his hand in mine and shakes.

Eventually we both let go of each other. I round up all of the shit I’ve spread around the dressing room, looking around to make sure I’ve got everything. Knowing me, I will have forgotten something for sure. Dawson grabs my bag off me as we walk out of the dressing room and back down to the room where the boys are still asleep.

They’ve moved since Dawson and I left. Pike and Sonny are still spooning but now Dacre is holding Nicky’s legs, having ditched the pillow.

Dawson snorts as we walk in, pulling his phone back out again to grab a couple of snaps of the moved positions.

“You need to send me all of those photos,” I giggle as I walk over towards Dacre.

“Already done,” Dawson says as he puts my bag down in the corner.

I run my fingers through Dacre’s hair, giggling as he smiles and snuggles his face further into Nicky’s legs who makes a groaning sound before trying to dislodge Dacre’s hold.

Dacre frowns before opening his eyes. His face brightens when he sees me in front of him but quickly morphs into confusion as he looks at the legs he’s cuddling then back to me.

He groans as he lets go of Nicky, “Was I cuddling Nicky’s legs all night?”

I giggle as Dacre pulls me into his lap once he sits up. A thin sheet is the only thing between me and his morning wood but he doesn’t acknowledge it and neither do I. He buries his head into my hair, hiding himself from reality.

Nicky eventually sits up too smiling when he sees me wrapped in Dacre’s arms,

“Morning, baby girl.”

“Morning, Nicky.”

Our low conversation seems to rouse Pike, who looks down at the arms wrapped around his waist. He groans before rolling out of Sonny’s embrace and pushing the sleeping man out of bed.

He hits the floor with a loud thunk.

“What the fuck,” he slurs as he pops up over the side of the bed rubbing his eyes before looking at all of us confused.

“The fuck is, I’m not your little spoon, Sonny,” Pike growls as he launches himself off the bed, finding his boxers and jeans before pulling them back on.

Sonny just shrugs as he pulls himself back up onto the bed, “Not my fault you are cuddly, Pikey boy.”

Pike grunts as he pulls his shirt on over his head, “The next time I feel your cock anywhere near me without Scarlett between us, I’m going to fucking remove it.”

Sonny must hear the violence in Pike’s tone as he surrenders, holding his hands up. “It's all illchay, bro.”

I snort, shaking my head at Sonny. He looks over at me as that cheeky smile of his returns, “Like that onemi alma?”

“Sonny, for the love of my vagina, don’t you dare go all eshay on me.”

Dawson, Nicky, Dacre and Pike all look confused and like we are speaking a different language as their gazes dart between us. Really, we are. The eshay culture is ripe through the younger Aussies. Something I’m more than glad to leave back where it belongs.

Sonny just laughs at me. If I know that cheeky little bastard as much as I think I do, it won’t be the last I hear of him embracing the lifestyle.

I hop out of Dacre’s lap and allow him to get up and get dressed. It takes the guys all a moment to find their clothes from where they are scattered throughout the room.

I sit on the bed watching as they pull their clothes back on and one hundred percent embrace the delicious eye candy.

It’s still unbelievable to me that the five of them are interested in me. That the instant connection we formed in Australia hasn’t fizzled out. If anything, the heat has turned up a notch. Even with the issues between Dawson and I, there is still a spark there.

Once they are all dressed, they turn towards me. No one has to say anything, they all know what today means.

Today is Saturday. Explanation day.

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