Not completely. There were boxes of things that were old and dusty, yet no real furniture. The room was also a lot bigger than the others, like it was designed to be a master bedroom.
"All of that's just stuff that we didn't want to lose," he explained, gesturing to the boxes. "Some of it we can't really get rid of because it's old enough to get noticed. Others are just trinkets with sentimental value. I'm sure the guys would be willing to take this downstairs and get it out of the way. Then, we could buy you some better furniture. Something that's a little more feminine than what we currently have and let you pick your own color."
"Can't we just move the red stuff in here?" I asked. "I mean, no need to buy another bed and dressers if we already have some, right?"
"We could," he admitted reluctantly.
"But it still means I'd move my stuff out of your room."
"Yeah," he said. "About that. Um, the reason I said buy new furniture was because I was thinking that you need a bigger bed. And maybe this could be your room here, kinda like the one in the cottage?"
"But it still has me moving," I reminded him.
Nick just sighed. "Yeah. I know. And I still don't want you to. I also know that you might want your own space, and that there will be times that I'm in shit." Letting me go, he headed for the far wall and dropped his back against it. "What if we did both? Build this room for when our beds aren't big enough..." He looked up at me. "Like last night. There's no way you're going to fit Bel in a bed with two other people."
"Something like the bed I have on Tyrnigg?" I asked.
"Bigger," he said. "The kind of thing where you could fit a legion into it. I mean, it would need to be custom made, and that would take a while, so we could just buy you some more jeans, a lot more yoga pants, and maybe a few shirts, bras, and panties too? It's not like money is a problem for us, and there's no harm in having multiple sets of the same thing. If anything, it's more convenient. Plus, you'd get a shopping day with each of them, to make sure you have everything you need for spending the night."
I loved that he was trying, and yet I hated that he had to. This was what I'd been so afraid of when I'd first slept with Sam. That somewhere, sometime, one of them would get hurt so that I could be happy. This didn't seem right, and it certainly didn't seem fair, so I made my way toward him, hoping to find a solution we could both work with.
"Nick," I whispered as I stepped into his arms, "I need my own room. I need a place that's mine. You know that."
"Yeah," he agreed. "And I think it should be in here, not your studio. The guys agree. We just didn't know what colors you'd want."
"Maybe sunset colors?" I asked.
He nodded. "Just tell me that what I've done with Luke hasn't ruined us?"
"It has not ruined us," I swore. "Seeing you two together this morning was the most beautiful thing I could imagine, and you deserve to be this happy, Nick. It makes me feel less guilty about being with them." I paused, unable to stop a little smile from taking over my lips. "It's also really hot. A turn-on, you know?"
"Luke?" Nick laughed at that. "Sam, maybe, but only because he'd want to put you in the middle. And so you know, I would leave either of them wanting in that bed if you called. Even if you just hinted. You will always come first for me, and I can't even explain why. I just... I need you so bad."
"How bad?" I asked, making it clear we were talking about two very different kinds of needing.
The look on his face turned almost sly. "Do I need to prove it?"
"Well, Sam says we can't really christen a room, so I suppose we should damn it?" And I slipped my hands under the hem of his shirt, reaching upward to feel every rock-hard muscle across his abs, and all of those ridges from the scars left by his runes. "I do like the lighting in here. Could inspire me for another painting of Death."
"Satan," he corrected as he reached behind his neck to