Page 26 of Luna: Posy 2

I had boxers on. What was wrong with that? I ignored him, stepped into my sweat shorts, and yanked them up.

As I tied the drawstrings, I glanced over my shoulder and saw Posy lay her hand on Mase's chest as she looked up at him. He nodded once, then left, closing the door quietly behind him.

I turned forward again and started to look for a t-shirt. Coward that I was, I needed another few minutes to gather my courage before I could face her. Grabbing a wad of fabric, not even caring whose it was or what was on it, I pulled out a shirt and slipped it over my still-damp head.

"Wyatt?"

It was amazing, really, what a small, soft voice could do to a guy.

Head hanging low, hands on my hips, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

"Posy, I am so so—"

"Wyatt, I love you."

My eyes flew open. Spinning around, I let my hands fall to my sides and stared at her. Her bottom lip quivered and her eyes were glossy, and my heart felt like it was going through a meat grinder.

"Can I hug you?" she asked.

Without a word, I opened up my arms, and she flew into them and gripped me tightly, as if she was afraid I'd disappear.

Truth be told, I was holding her just as tightly.

I could have lost this. I could have lost this by being stupid and selfish and bratty.

"Don't do that again," she choked into my chest. "Pleasedon't. I can't bear to see my mates hurting each other."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to set him off," I whispered. Closing my eyes, I kissed the top of her head. "I didn't realize it was Quartz and not—"

"I know that. We all do. But you shouldn't do that to Jayden, either. You shouldn't do that to any of your brothers. I know it must be hard to share a mate, and I'm sorry it's a broken girl like me that you have to share, but—"

"I'm not. I'm not sorry." My arms tightened around her. "We are so blessed to have you. Don't run yourself down like that. And it's not hard to share. I know they'll take care of you and make you happy just like I would. I can trust them with you when you're not with me."

Sucking in a huge lungful of air, I let it out slowly.

"How often do I take you away from them?" I asked, not meeting her eyes. "Granite says a lot, and I'm wondering if he's right. He thought it was funny the first time we did it, and that influenced me to think it was, too. So we kept doing it. When Quartz said something about it yesterday, Granite brushed it off, so I did, too, but now I want to know the truth."

"You do it a lot, Wyatt." She pulled her face out of my chest and stared up at me, her big blue eyes wide and earnest. "Jayden never really says anything, does he? But Ash, Cole, and Mason growl at you. Don't you notice?"

I shrugged. Granite and I thought them growling at us was funny, too.

"Okay." She nodded. "Watch, please."

Then she sent me her memories of all the times I'd pulled her away from my brothers when they were loving on her. As more and more images flashed between us, my mouth fell open.

"Really?" I asked, feeling like a fool. "That often?"

"I love that you want to hold me and kiss me all the time, Wyatt. Can you please remember that your brothers want to do the same?"

I nodded, ashamed of myself.

"Will you do something for me?"

"Anything. I'll do anything you ask me to do," I vowed.

"You and Quartz can be mad at each other for as long as you need or want to, but don't be mad at Jayden. This had nothing to do with him. It wasn't his fault. He's caught in the middle and youknowwhat he's like. He'll blame himself and rant at Quartz and worry to death over it."

"I'm not mad at him. I promise." I gave her a little smile. "I'll tell him that and apologize, too. I'm not really mad at Quartz, either. If the shoe had been on the other foot, I probably would have been just as angry."

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