Page 73 of Please Save Me

Sebastian glanced at me for a beat before pushing his glasses up. “I trust that they’re not doing anything bad.”

Considering that the issue of trust wasn’t even brought up until now, I wasn’t sure if that was actually the case.

“Well, you can trust her all ya want. I’m gonna go check on’em.”

I grunted as I stood, and I could practically see a snide comment on the tip of Seb’s tongue.

“When you get down there, can you remind Lucian that while he can exist on caffeine and spite, Mason can’t.” The way Sophia looked at me was so cold that it made me wonder if she was still mad at me.

“I can… Ain’t you gonna come with us?”

Sophia’s lips pressed into a thin line as she looked at the clock on the wall.

“I would if I could… but I have something else to do.” She sighed, shutting her laptop.

Part of me wondered what she could be doing so late, but I did my best not to mind her before going downstairs. Sebastian followed closely at my heels. We’dbarely made it halfway down when we were greeted with acoustic guitars and the sound of both Mason and Lucian singing.

Goosebumps erupted on my skin at the sound. For the most part, all musicians sounded better on their CDs than they did in person. At least, that’s what I thought until I heard Mason’s voice. But that moment of sheer awe was quickly shattered by her yelling at Lucian.

“You need to pay attention. You’re not taking thisseriously”

“Fuck you; you’re not taking it seriously.” Lucian snorted.

I looked back and noticed that the tension in Sebastian’s shoulders seemed to ease at the sound of Mason and Lucian fighting. I’d never bothered to ask either of them how they felt about sharing a partner—not that I ever really talked to Seb enough to care. But it was an interesting dynamic, to say the least.

That’s when I realized there was a small chance that Lucianmightbe naked, considering the fact that he and Mason couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. Seriously, if she hadn’t already been pregnant when she moved in, she definitely would be now. And, while it’d probably be entertaining to see how Lucian would react to Seb walking in on him, I really didn’t want to deal with the awkwardness that would ensue.

“Hey! Ya decent?” My voice echoed through the narrow stairs.

“Never!” Mason called, a laugh dancing across the word.

Once again, I stole a glance at Seb. He swallowed hard as he straightened his posture before plastering on a smile. I tried not to pay him any more attention as we stepped off the bottom step.

The soft gray carpet molded to my feet, and I looked around for just a moment before finding Lucian and Mason on opposite ends of the couch. His shirt was off, and her hair was a mess. That alone suggested there might have been more than work going on down here…. And I was a little envious that I may have missed it.

Mason slipped the guitar off her lap before turning to us. “Are we being too loud?”

If they always sounded that good, they could stand to be a little louder. But before I could answer, Sebastian was on his way to Mason.

He extended both his hands, and she happily took them, allowing him to pull her to her feet. Mason smiled for Sebastian, but not in the way she smiled at Lucian or even Sophia. And, deep down, I think Seb knew that.

“You could never be too loud,” he promised before kissing Mason’s forehead.

Lucian scoffed and rolled his eyes as he draped an arm over the back of the couch. I shot him a warning look, silently reminding him to be nice. But, when I looked at him I noticed a black bandage on his hip… Did he get a new tattoo?

“It’s late. You two missed dinner,” Sebastian continued.

“Fuck.” Lucian scrubbed his face with his palms. “We lost track of time.”

No shit, you lost track of time.

“Well, that’s okay.” I rubbed the back of my neck as I laughed. “We still got some leftovers we can reheat, and we can enjoy our nightly movie.”

Mason scrunched her nose at the mention ofleftovers. She always said things smelled and tasted different when they were reheated. I thought that was just a quirk of hers, but looking back on it, I wondered if that was just me ignoring her autism. But if I asked her, it’d hint at the fact that I knew more than I was supposed to.

“Princess, why don’t you get dressed, and we’ll go grab something?” Sebastian offered, his hand slipping down to hers.

His touch was so unbelievably gentle as he brought her knuckles to his lips. We all loved Mason. That was just how polyamory worked. But I could literally feel Sebastian’s devotion to her radiating from him like light from the sun. It was warm and bright, and it was just nice to bask in, even if it wasn’t for me. Unfortunately, Mason wasn’t quite the same.

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