Jade’s POV
I woke slowly, like my body didn’t quite want to return to reality yet.
The first thing I noticed was the bed, vast and soft, swallowing whole. The second was how heavy my limbs felt, pleasantly weak, like I’d run a marathon in my sleep. There was a dull, languid warmth humming through , especially down my vagina and lower abdon. It was the kind of warmth that made moving feel optional and smiling unavoidable.
Then my mory caught up.
Last night.
Heat rushed to my face as flashes of it ca back in pieces, hands, breath, whispered words, dicks, the way the world had narrowed until it was just us. The way they had claid at the sa ti. They way they fucked hard one after the other till the three of them filled up with their seeds will I experienced multiple body shaking orgasms for the first ti in my life.
I smiled into the pillow before I could stop myself, then pulled the blanket tighter around my bare body in a reflexive, shy little gesture, even though no one was here to see .
That was when I realized it.
The bed was empty.
I lifted my head, my heart giving a small, confused thump. The other side of the mattress was cool, untouched. No Ronan sprawled nearby, no Ryder’s solid warmth at my back, no Renzo close enough that I could feel his presence without touching him.
“Ronan?” I called softly, my voice rough with sleep.
Nothing.
“Ryder? Renzo?”
Still nothing.
For a split second, sothing sharp flickered in my chest, an old instinct, an old fear of abandonnt, but before it could take root, the door to the suite swung open.
And I blinked.
All three of them walked in at once.
They were dressed head to toe in chef uniforms, crisp white jackets, black trousers, and tall, ridiculous chef caps perched on their heads. Ronan was pushing a trolley piled high with covered dishes, steam curling lazily into the air. Ryder was trying, and failing, not to laugh. Renzo looked painfully serious, like he was presenting a royal feast.
I stared.
Then I burst out laughing.
“Please tell this is a dream,” I managed between giggles. “Because if it is, my subconscious is unhinged.”
Ryder grinned. “Unhinged? Us?”
Ronan bowed deeply, nearly knocking his chef hat off. “Breakfast in bed for the lady of the suite.”
Renzo gestured dramatically to the trolley. “Prepared with great skill. And.... passion.”
I laughed harder, clutching the blanket to my chest as I sat up. They looked so absurd and so earnest at the sa ti that my heart felt too big for my ribs.
They rolled the trolley closer, lifting the covers one by one.
“This,” Ronan announced, “is my specialty.”
I peered down at it, tilting my head. “What... is it?”
Ronan hesitated. “Egg toats.”
Ryder snorted. “That’s generous.”
Ryder lifted his own dish next. “Mine is a continental inspired dish. Croissant"
Renzo nodded solemnly. “Mine is traditional. Family recipe. Panckes"
I raised an eyebrow. “Do any of these co with a warning label?”
They all ignored that.
“Eat,” Renzo said firmly. “And decide whose is best.”
I humored them, picking up a fork and taking a careful bite from Ronan’s plate.
I froze.
Chewed.
Swallowed.
“...Wow,” I said slowly.
Ronan bead. “Good wow?”
“Wow like, how did you make eggs taste offended?”
Ryder burst out laughing. “That bad?”
“Try mine,” Ryder insisted, pushing his plate closer.
I did.
And imdiately reached for water.
“Oh my God,” I wheezed. “Ryder, did you bake this with regret?”
Renzo’s lips twitched. “Mine will redeem us.”
It didn’t.
I tried. I really did. But after a few bites of the pancake, I had to set the fork down, shoulders shaking as I laughed.
“Did any of you taste your food before serving it to ?” I asked.
They all shook their heads in unison.
“No,” Ronan said. “Why would we?”
I stared at them. Then lost it completely.
“You have to taste it,” I said, wiping tears from my eyes. “All of you. Now.”
Ryder went first, taking a confident bite, and imdiately choking.
“What is that?” he coughed.
“Your continental delicacy” I said sweetly.
Ronan tried his next and made a sound of pure disgust. Renzo followed, grimacing so hard it was almost impressive.
“That’s... unacceptable,” Renzo muttered.
I laughed until my stomach hurt, watching them argue with each other about whose was worse, they were literally all pride and denial and zero culinary talent.
And sitting there, wrapped in a blanket, watching them like this, goofy, unguarded, together, I felt sothing settle in my chest.
I’d missed this. I missed them.
Not the arguing. Not the chaos.
Them.
For a mont, it felt like we were kids again. Like nothing bad had ever happened. Like resentnt hadn’t carved lines between us. Like we were just... us.
I hoped, no, prayed, that this feeling would last.
That nothing would co between us again.
Eventually, I slipped out of bed, the blanket trailing behind . “I’m going to shower,” I said.
Ryder waggled his eyebrows. “We could join you, you know, help you spice things up a little bit in there.”
I snickered, shaking my head as I walked away. “Dream on.”
The shower was hot and soothing, washing away sleep and laughter and lingering nerves. I leaned my forehead against the tile, smiling as mories from last night flickered again, warm, overwhelming, impossible to forget.
When I stepped out, wrapped in a towel, the room felt different.
Excited.
Clothes were laid out neatly on the bed, chosen, apparently, without my input. Before I could question it, the boys reappeared.
“Get dressed,” Ronan said, grinning. “We’re ditching the boring activity list today.”
“We planned sothing instead” Ryder added. “For you.”
Renzo smiled softly. “So hurry.”
They left alone, shutting the door behind them.
I dressed slowly, my smile refusing to fade.
Whatever they had planned... I couldn’t wait to find out.
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