"Yes. They're all different and unique. I think if I last these three years here, they’ll be dear friends by then," I explained.
"Just friends?" he asked as he reached me, stopping again and turning slightly to look into my eyes.
My cheeks flushed at his two words and I lowered my gaze to the floor, unsure how to answer.
"Maybe...I think. Can I love them all?” I wondered. His smile widened as he took a step forward, followed by another until he was at the balcony ledge.
He turned to press his back against the stone ledge and gave me a wide smile.
"Jewel, your heart is big enough to love them all. They will help you end the cycle," he whispered.
Then his body fell back.
"Jewel, wake up."
“Hmm?” I opened my eyes to see Braxton hovering over me, looking troubled. He moved a piece of hair out of my face and gently rubbed my cheek.
"You were stirring in your sleep,” he confessed.
I stared at him with lazy eyes that slowly began to close, wanting to fall back asleep.
"Oh."
He sighed, pulling up the blanket to cover me.
I opened my eyes again and focused on his bare chest.
"Why are you naked?" I mumbled.
"I'm wearing underwear, Precious Jewel. I do like to sleep in the nude, but your drunk self snuck into this bed and luckily I was still decent,” he replied.
"Drunk? Hmm." I mumbled, closing my eyes and pulling the covers to my side.
Braxton chuckled and I felt something soft press against my forehead.
I didn't know if it was a kiss, but it felt like one which made me rather happy.
I hadn't even explained to the others that Logan had given his blessing if I wanted to try dating them, but I felt Nixon and Braxton were good starters as I'd gotten to learn a little more about both of them.
It was still too early to start anything, but my instincts told me it would work out in the end.
The small little gestures and moments like these were thrilling.
I opened one of my eyes and saw Braxton was now sitting in bed with a pair of glasses on as he read something I couldn't really make out.
"You wear glasses?" I asked, licking my lips as I stared at his transformation from sexy model to sexy spell teacher model.
He looked even hotter in glasses, if that was possible.
He glanced down at me and smiled.
"Yes. Only when I'm super tired like now. I usually wear contacts but we still have a few hours before class. No point in getting up yet,” he explained.
"So we didn't have sex or anything?" I asked.
He grinned.
"If we did, you'd still be sore after having my length in you." He winked and I pouted.