Secrets Worth Keeping (Finding my Home #2)- Nikita Parmenter Page 0,62
weirded out by the dynamic we’ve got going on but on the other hand, does them putting me in a separate room mean that they don’t want to share a room with me and were only doing it before because it was preferable over sharing a room with each other?
Wow, tipsy me is getting a bit overtly insecure. I snatch the bottle of tequila out of Jensen’s hand as he walks past and take a swig before he can shake off his shock. I grin as the tequila warms my insides. I’m getting a nice buzz now and I can feel silly me starting to emerge.
Jensen smirks as he claims the bottle back and carries on walking to his room.
I walk into the spacious room with plush cream carpet and a truly giant bed, matching bedside tables and two doors on the wall to the left that I’m guessing lead to the bathroom and closet. The best feature of the room by far are the double doors that lead out to a balcony. It has a stunning view of the surrounding forest covered in a blanket of snow. It’s starting to get dark now and the view is truly beautiful. I drop my bags by the bed but before I make my way to the balcony Cash calls out distracting me and I turn back towards the door.
“Don’t think this means you get that giant bed all to yourself Il mio Cuore, I still need my Ever cuddles” he winks as he walks past the open door and Trick smirks.
“Me tooooo, Angel!” Jensen suddenly exclaims, obviously he’s been at the tequila whilst I’ve been admiring the room.
He rushes me and tackles me backwards onto the bed somehow managing to avoid hurting my scrapes. He grins down at me.
“Careful Jensen, she’s still healing” Tick scolds from by the door although amusement laces his words once he realises I’m absolutely fine.
Jensen looks worried for a second even though he knows he didn’t hurt me, I thread my hands behind his neck and tug his lips down to meet mine, nipping them and then moaning as he returns the favour.
My nerves start firing and I’m about to throw caution to the wind, having enough tequila in my system to not give a shit. When one of Jensen’s hands drifts to my side and he starts tickling me.
I yank my lips away from his smirking ones and let out a squeal before trying to wriggle away from him, laughing my ass off. There’s a thundering of footsteps and the sounds of the guys calling my name, I’m too busy laughing my ass off and unsuccessfully trying to get away from Jensen’s tickling hands. To be quite honest I forget I was even ticklish.
I know when the guys have finally entered the room even though I can’t see the door from my position because suddenly the room is filled with their raucous laughter.
Dicks.
I finally managed to escape Jensen and fling myself off the other side of the bed rolling and landing on my feet. If I wasn’t feeling all warm from the tequila the move probably would’ve at least hurt a little bit but as it stands I don’t even notice.
The guys have finally stopped laughing now that I’m just grinning and not laughing myself, a few chuckles still escaping them. Jensen opens his mouth to say something when a door bangs downstairs. Everyone freezes for a millisecond, staring around at each other and no doubt doing a headcount like I am. Once they’ve determined that we are in fact all in the room, so a door should not be banging downstairs, the guys instantly become alert, seriousness shrouding their features that were playful only seconds ago. They all slowly make their way to the door being careful not to make any sound and I follow behind them.
Not worried in the slightest.
Unfortunately, I am well and truly tipsy now that, that last shot is hitting me. My inhibitions have lowered and my more playful and silly side has come out to play which means as the guys all sneak seriously down the hallway and to the stairs I start singing the mission impossible theme tune. It’s my go to song for sneaking around.
I do have enough sense only to hum it quietly but Jensen who is in front of me snaps his head around and stares at me incredulously, obviously trying not to laugh his ass off.