Page 42 of Be Mine, Cruel Valentines

Leyton’s shoulders dropped, but he still frowned. “Por què hiciste algo tan estúpido?”

I shrugged. “I cleaned the cuts.”

“Not good enough,” Foxyn growled.

“Sorry,” I said.

Leyton lifted my head and looked me over more. “You couldn’t have waited?”

“He was waving his ass at me,” Theon groaned.

Foxyn rolled his eyes. “You probably tried to fuck him while he was asleep.”

Theon shrugged, and I couldn’t help but smile. He had mentioned it. The man was insatiable.

“Where is the doctor?” Leyton asked.

“The nurse said he’s supposed to come around soon,” Theon answered.

“Get some more rest, Ramsey,” Leyton commanded.

There was no other way to take it. I lay back in the bed and sighed as I stared at the three men before me. They were in the hospital room with me. Not even my mother had stayed in the room with me when I caught pneumonia when I was ten. And yet my bullies watched over me as I healed from an infected wound.

My heart fluttered, and I rubbed my chest.

“Do we need to call the nurse?” Foxyn asked.

I shook my head, unable to talk all of a sudden. Something was different. I always knew I wanted them, whatever that meant. I never thought about how I felt about them beyond the burning lust I had for them.

Shit, I think I fell in love with my bullies. But when?

* * *

Three days after the hospital visit, I was over this so-called rest. I couldn’t bother Theon. He just had a game, but another was approaching, and it was away. Leyton was currently dealing with a major project for some science class.

That only left one of my men to go hunt down. I needed answers. I was no closer to understanding my standing with them. Theon said I was theirs, and the way they treated me at the hospital meant things had to be different, right? But then they dropped me off back at my dorm instead of taking me to their place.

My head was a mess, and I was no closer to figuring everything out than I’d been before. I checked the notes on my phone and smiled as I headed to the kinesiology building. Foxyn should be leaving class soon. He tended to leave ten minutes before class was up. He liked to get to the gym before everyone else and stretch.

I’d learned everything I could about them. I slipped into the building and took the elevator to the second floor, where Foxyn’s class was held.

Sure enough, just as I stepped off the elevator, Foxyn exited the class. His gym bag was over his shoulder, and his black hair hung in his face as he lifted an earphone to his ear. He stopped as our eyes locked.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

My pulse quickened; it was an automatic response to him. He both scared me and turned me on just by his presence alone.

“Looking for you.”

“Don’t.” Foxyn moved past me, and I turned to walk next to him as he headed for the staircase.

“Quick question.”

“Doubt it will be quick,” he muttered.

“Why didn’t you share the video you guys took of me?”

Foxyn stopped and turned to stare at me. “You wanted us to?”

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