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“I couldn’t stand by while my family hurt you.”
“I didn’t mean to force your hand—or rush your decision.”
“I know. Please don’t think I blame you.”
Vince held her tightly, her feet pushed between his legs to keep her warm and his arms around her like a protective comforting shield.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ezra
Ezra stood staring at Scarlett’s door, blood boiling in his veins. Though Vince had finessed the ability to withhold his feelings from them, Ezra could feel that he was very much enjoying whatever he was doing right now. He clearly wasn’t fucking her like Mateo the other night, but that did nothing to lessen the heat simmering beneath the surface of Ezra’s skin.
“Want to talk?”
Ezra didn’t even move. “Fuck off.”
Mateo shrugged, walked past him, and disappeared into his own room. Curious, Ezra creeped into Mateo’s mind. He felt slight disappointment and a hunch of jealousy but Mateo made it clear that he was happy for the both of them.
Fuck,he groaned to himself, storming after his friend. He didn’t care to knock, instead marching right in and letting himself fall onto Mateo’s couch.
Mateo chuckled and came out of the closet, pulling a shirt over his head. “So, why are you so upset? I thought I felt you and Scarlett having a breakthrough last night.”
“Whyaren’tyou upset?” Ezra countered.
“Because we are taking steps in the right direction. She’s warming up to us one at a time.”
“You don’t want her all to yourself?”
“I do, but I also want her to be comfortable withallof her mates. Sharing is caring, Ezra,” Mateo taunted.
“I fucking hate you.”
“I’m perfectly okay with your hate.”
“Stop being such a perfect unicorn.”
“I like to see myself as a golden retriever. Although, I recently saw something about referring to men as ‘cinnamon rolls.’”
“What in the ever-loving fuck is wrong with you?”
“Are you seriously asking me that? You black-eyed tattooed demon from hell.” Judging by the grimace and puppy eyes, Mateo knew he’d hit a sore spot. “Sorry.”
Ezra did his best to brush it off, but it was no match to someone who felt his every emotion. “Whatever.”
Mateo dropped onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling where he’d installed glowing stars. “What would help you feel better?”
“What do you mean?”
“Would something like having boundaries ease your jealousy?”
“Like if I knew I had her for myself every Wednesday?”
“Something like that.”
Ezra rested back, looking up at the stars for himself. Mateo had taken forever to install them, making sure each little stone was perfectly placed to his liking. “I don’t think so.”
“So it’s not the fear you won’t be able to spend alone time with her. You’re struggling with the thought of not having her for yourselfat all.”
