about Mia a little while ago? Maybe we should just make the announcement—or whatever they call it—to the community that our Infinity is whole. Anybody really interested in us would already know anyway. I’m never far away from the guys, they’ve even taken to coming into work with me. And when I say they barely talk to me at school, it’s a bit of an exaggeration. They do talk to me at school, we eat lunch together daily, but we can’t be like we are at home and, most importantly, Ares isn’t at school with us. I think that’s part of the reason none of the guys fight him about our sleeping arrangements. When I finally get to see him in the evening after a long day of school and both of us working, he always looks a little run down. I feel it, too, but not nearly as bad as he does because I’m with one of the others several times throughout the day.
“Maybe we could talk to the others. I think I’m as ready as I can be at this point. I know there’s still so much I need to learn, but maybe if we came out,” the words feel weird, but I can’t think of anything else that fits, “it might actually help find my mom. Maybe someone knows her or knew her.”
“We’ll talk to them tonight,” Milo confirms his hands still holding mine as he leans down and give me a quick peck at the corner of my mouth. I don’t even have time to return his affection before he turns and leaves the bathroom.
Should it feel strange that I was just kissing Ares, and Milo kissed me less than ten minutes later? My head is telling me it’s not okay, that people would call me names, but the light feeling I have in my stomach and the grin on my lips says something else altogether. And what about the guys? Do they know that Ares has already kissed me? Would they be mad?
As my thoughts spiral, Ollie pokes his head in the door. “Almost ready?” His blond hair is pulled back in a low ponytail near the back of his neck, but a few shorter pieces have already fallen out, framing his perfect jaw line. I know he’ll end up taking the elastic out and redoing it several times throughout the day, maybe even abandoning the hair tie to let it hang down to his shoulders. His light green eyes run up my legs slowly. Ollie seems to have the same fascination with my legs that Ares has with my neck. I’ve noticed that every time I wear my sleep shorts, his eyes rarely meet mine.
“Yes. Just finishing up in here. I have to throw my clothes on.”
A slow grin lights up Ollie face. “Want me to grab you something?” I’m shaking my head no before he even finishes. “What? There was nothing wrong with what I chose,” he defends in mock outrage.
“Ollie,” I warn, my tone full of disapproval. “If I had worn that to school, I would have been sent home on a dress code violation.”
A low chuckle sounds. “We wouldn’t have even made it to school, Ares would have killed us both.” He leaves me then, returning to the bedroom. I follow behind him, tempted to hop on his back just because it seems fun.
Curbing the desire, I head over to the closet disguised as a wall and slide the partition back. Dante is lounging on the second bed. His arms are folded behind his head as he stares up at the ceiling. His mind wanders so easily. It’s easy to see why he’s such a magnificent artist. I think he spends half his time daydreaming. When I first met him, I labeled him the bad boy, but in truth, he’s so much deeper than that.
I bite my lip and send thanks to whoever is responsible for my good fortune. Maybe it has something to do with my connection to the four of them, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more handsome group than my guys. Dante’s dark hair, though a few shades lighter than his brother’s, is pushed back from his face. The beginning of dark stubble is visible on his chin and jaw. Some days he goes without shaving, today is one of those days. Though it only reaffirms his bad boy persona, I love the way it looks.