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“You’ve got to stop caring about what other people think, Shi.”
The way he looked should have been a sin.
The people I needed most—the people I relied on—were gone. I was on my own and today had rubbed my nose in that fact.
Without really thinking, I pulled my sports bra over my head. When I had it off, I found them both staring at my chest. I crossed my arms over my breasts. “Don’t look!” “There was no warning!” Creed argued as he spun around.
“Please!” I cried. “I’m more trouble than I’m worth. I cry more than I smile. I have nightmares—”
Creed grabbed my face with both hands and slammed his lips onto mine. At first, I was so taken aback that I was frozen like a statue. Creed pulled back a little to look me in the eye. “I’m already attached,” he said before returning his lips to mine.
Creed opened his mouth to say something, but Colt spoke before him. “We’ll circle back to the kissing situation at a later time. Right now, we need to talk about you pushing us away.”
Being sandwiched between them wasn’t an escape, but I felt my sorrow and fear slowly seep away. Being held by them was better than an escape. It was relief, and for the first time in what felt like forever, it was a little easier to breathe.
“Are you sure you don’t want to wait for one of your boyfriends to help?”
He let out a frustrated sigh. “I want to know why it scares you to rely on us.” “Because it just does,” I admitted, just as frustrated. “Why?”
“Because I don’t know how to French braid my hair,” I blurted.
So when the four of you try to do something for me or help me, it scares me sometimes. Not all the time but sometimes. And it’s not the stuff that you do, but how I feel when you do it. I feel happy and not alone. I honestly love it, but I know how easy it is to have all that ripped away. That fear overwhelms me.”
