Chapter Twenty-One
Alessandra
We’re coming up on around a month of living together now and I’m adamant that the boys retain their own rooms, even just to retain the idea that I still live somewhat autonomously. Plus, a girl sometimes just needs a minute to herself, you know? Like, right now. It’s that time of the month and I am grumpy, bloated, nauseous and miserable. Today at school was just like every other day but somehow I still feel personally attacked by it. I’m so emotional, I actually yelled at sweet innocent Noah for getting me the wrong kind of donut at breakfast. I am so ready to go home, take a hot bath and then snuggle up on a heating pad in baggy sweats to watch shit tv while eating my weight in Chunky Monkey ice cream.
“Hey love, you ready to get home?” Cohen asks, relatively cautious after my outburst at breakfast.
Totally fair on his part.
“Ugh, yes. I just wanna go take a steamy hot bath and relax. These cramps are going to be the death of me.” I whine.
God, I am so whiny and annoying right now. I don’t even want to be around myself.
“Let’s go babe. I’ll run you a magnolia bath and light your lavender candles and by the time you’re done, the guys and I will have all your favorite snacks lined up, with your ice cream and cheesy eighties and nineties movies all ready for you.”
Gah, he’s like a mind reader. Also, how is he so perfect? They are all so freaking perfect. No teenage dudes are thoughtful enough to remember what their girlfriends like when they are bleeding out and dying.. Right? My lack of experience is showing. I know.
“Why are you all so good to me? Seriously, how are you so good at this? Did you do stuff like this for your other girlfriends? Actually, don’t tell me. I’m irrational enough right now that I’ll probably get mad thinking about you with other girls.”
He laughs at me as the other guys walk up to us, and before I can figure out why it’s so funny I hear that trademark growl.
“We never did the girlfriend thing. You are the only girl for us and we’ve never called anyone else our girl.”
“Oh, puh-lease! You guys have hooked up with a ton of girls here. It’s literally nauseating to hear about in the locker room, so thanks for that dickheads.” I grumble.
“Yeah, but there’s a difference between hooking up with girls and actually giving a fuck about them. Even the idea that we could care about anyone the way we care about you is laughable. You are the strongest, sexiest, fiercest, take-no-shit female ever and it’s exactly everything we could ever want or need. Even when you need to be an emotional girly mess and snuggle watching shit movies, it’s still the best thing to ever happen to us. None of us knew what real happiness was until we were able to dedicate ourselves to you.”
Damn he’s good. That’s the kind of shit that’s turning me into a mushy, girly weirdo.
“Uh, if you say so your majesty. I’ll take your word for it.” I say as I roll my eyes trying to play it off like that didn’t just get me in all the feels.
“Just get me home so I can live my emotional, snuggle filled, girly mess life” I laugh.
“I can’t wait to watch those chick flicks. I know how much you guys love them.” I giggle.
Matteo and Cohen groan but I can’t help the hysterical laugh that follows when Noah says,
“Hell yeah! Let’s go get the period party started. I love me a good ol’ Rom Com. I’ll snuggle bug the shit outta you! C’mon Bae. I got you.”
“Oh. My. God. I just can’t with you.” I say between wheezing laughs.
“This period party is about to be epic, feisty girl. You just wait.”
* * *
When I wakeup I notice how dark it is. I must’ve fallen asleep during one of my movies. I look around for the boys and notice candles lit all over. The boys are nowhere to be seen but my speakers are softly playing music that seems familiar, but I can’t seem to place. It has a string instrument quality to it but with an edge. I love it immediately. I close my eyes and get lost in it for a little while before I feel a set of lips on my shoulder. The bed dips on either side of me with the weight of my men. Instantly I’m surrounded by their masculine scents and it sends shivers through me. Noah speaks so softly; I almost miss what he says.
“Lift your arms beautiful.”
I do as he says as he slowly moves my tank top off my body, causing my whole body to erupt in goosebumps. I feel a set of large rough hands grasp my hips, moving to pull my shorts down. My eyes fly open in panic.
“No.. Wait. I’m on my period, remember?”
“Shhh. Quiet love. You’re fine.” Says Cohen.
He pulls the rest of my clothes off and I realize I’m not on my period anymore. How weird.
Matteo is still kissing a path along my shoulder and down across my collar bone, then up the side of my neck, where he nips softly along my earlobe. God, that feels phenomenal. I pull away slightly and look up into the gaze of each of the three perfect male specimens surrounding me and allow myself to get consumed by them. They make me feel completely out of control. I want them. I want them so fucking bad.