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One month later
Hearing footsteps, the man on the couch puts his phone aside to scrutinise the blonde striding over. A glimpse of light grey pyjama shorts beneath the shirt that swallows her frame.
"Is that my shirt?" asks Grayson.
"No?"
"That's my shirt."
"It was in Kaden's closet."
"Because he steals my things."
"You steal his." She shrugs and plops herself on the sofa, swinging her legs up to lay them over his. "Healthy," she says when he shovels another handful of candy to his mouth.
"Cheat day."
"So was yesterday." She extends her hand, opening and closing it as a gesture for him to share.
"Ask nicely."
"Fuck you, give."
He deems the response sufficient and tips some of the colourful candy into her hand. She hums in delight after trying some. He echoes the pleased sound whilst rummaging through the bag.
The sofa dips as Kaden sits behind her. An appreciative noise coming from him when she holds some candy above her head for him to eat. Sierra grins up at him, tucking her head beneath his chin.
Grayson's mouth curls slightly. Sierra gently nudges his hand with her leg. "Who's got you smiling?"
"Kane." He turns his phone around to show the image in the chat. While Kaden's chest moves beneath her with a muted laugh, Sierra pulls a displeased face at the picture of a mangled body and Kane's thumb being held up.
The front door is swung open, Hope and Rosa stumbling into the house locked in a heated kiss. The former kicks the door shut and begins to navigate in the direction of the stairs with her eyes closed. Rosa slips her hands beneath the lace cardigan to push it from her arms.
"Morning."
"Oh God." Hope swiftly pulls away upon hearing her father's deep voice. Rosa ducks behind her and slaps a hand over her mouth. "Why are you all here?"
"We live here," Grayson deadpans.
"I meant why are you all gathered like creeps?"
"You're the ones getting frisky."
"Oh my god." Hope squints at the ceiling, her face heating up.
"It's cute."
"Mom." Hope ushers Rosa to the stairs, still clutching her cardigan against her chest.
"Do you girls have a safe word?"
"Mom!" she hollers halfway up the stairs. Rosa squeals in embarrassment, racing ahead so she can disappear into Hope's bedroom.
"Mine's buttercup." Sierra twirls a lock of hair around her finger.
"I don't have one." Grayson frowns to himself.
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