Page 90 of This Pack of Ours

“Or, you know, stop them?” I added.

“Well—sounds like Ez is close, so?—”

“Just fucking go,” I snapped, and he was out the door in a flash.

I groaned and sank down on the spare bed.

It smelled like all of them in here, and also—sex?

I jumped up from the bed, eyeing where the sheets had a suspicious wet spot, wanting to scream. These were fuckingnew.

“Here.”

Jhin pulled out a fresh top sheet from Kit’s closet and laid it over the bed. I sank down on it again, burying my head in my hands. The bed creaked as Jhin sat down next to me.

I peered at him to see if he was eyeing the door like Adrian had, but he was looking at me in his cardigan with a sad, almost wistful expression.

“I am sorry about my brothers,” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair again. “They’re just?—”

“Really fucking horny,” I snorted, and spotted my dressing gown hanging on the closet door.

I stood and took it down from the wall, hesitating as I turned back to Jhin.

“Would you mind… looking away, please?” I asked quietly.

He nodded, turning, so he was facing the wall.

I watched him to make sure he didn’t peek, but there wasn’t even a twitch in my direction.

I shucked the cardigan off and wrapped the fluffy dressing gown around me. Hmm. I think this was actually one of Kit’s.

I looked back at Jhin, and he was still patiently facing the wall, but I could see a flush on the back of his neck.

A lump formed in my throat, and I angrily blinked it back.

“I’m done.” My voice was husky with unwanted emotion. He turned slowly, settling back to his position on the bed. The flush had crept to his cheeks, and I could hear my heartbeat in my throat as his eyes met mine.

Fuck, this was Adrian and his stupid keychain all over again. I couldn’t let it affect me like this.

“I think they’re done," he said, nodding to the door.

I huffed. I’d been craving that lemon Greek yogurt for hours now, and I wasn’t going to let them intimidate me from finally having it.

I stormed out into the kitchen.

“Sorry Juniper,” Ez whisper-shouted from the love seat. He sure didn’tlooksorry. I flipped him the bird. Kit was snuggled on his chest, perhaps fast asleep.

“Let it be known, I did try to say no, but he didn’t?—”

“Don’t want to fucking hear it,” I snapped.

“Izzat my dressing gown?” Kit asked, lifting his messy head.

“Mine now,” I said.

“Okay,” he said happily. “Will you come hang out after you get dressed?”

“That depends,” I snapped. “Are you going to be fucking anyone else out here?”

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