|| Reverse Harem || 18+ || MMFM ||
Valarie's life revolves around two things: work and sleep. As a dedicated nurse at Silvercrest Medical Center, her world is a relentless cycle of double shifts, quick naps, and more double shifts.
But when her lov...
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Elias's motorcycle roars beneath me as we weave through the city streets. The wind whips past, pulling at my hair even through the helmet. My arms are wrapped tightly around his waist, holding on as he speeds up, taking a curve a little sharper than I expected. I press closer to him. Thoughts race through my mind, none of them settling long enough for me to grasp. The ride feels like a blur, and it's only when we start to slow down that I realize we're approaching his place.
I wasn't planning on going back to Elias's home tonight. That wasn't part of the plan. Honestly, I hadn't even been sure there was a plan at all. I told myself that I'd keep things casual, maybe call it a night after the lake, but when Elias asked if I wanted to go back to his place instead of heading home, I couldn't bring myself to say no. Maybe it was the way his voice sounded so damn inviting, or the thrill of being on the back of his bike, or maybe it was just him. Whatever it was, here I am, letting him take me home.
The conversation I had with Declan earlier this week runs through my mind, his voice echoing in my thoughts. He was... surprisingly excited for me to go out with Elias tonight. We talked about it, about what it meant for us, and Declan was all in. More than that, he was... supportive? I still can't wrap my head around it. Declan even said that if things started getting serious with Elias, he'd like for all of us to sit down and talk, figure out some ground rules as we navigate whatever the hell this is. He wants open communication, and honestly, I appreciate that. It's different, refreshing even, but also a little overwhelming.
As we pull up to a small house nestled between two larger homes, I'm surprised. I was expecting Elias to live in an apartment, like most people do in the city. Houses are rare, and this one, with its tidy lawn and charming front porch, feels like a hidden gem. Elias parks the bike and turns it off, the sudden silence almost jarring after the constant rumble of the engine. He glances back at me, his grin wide as he pulls off his helmet.
"Welcome to my humble abode," he says, his voice carrying that familiar playful tone as he helps me off the bike.
I take off my helmet and run a hand through my hair, trying to tame the mess the ride made of it. "I wasn't expecting you to live in a house," I admit, looking around, taking in the cozy vibe of the place. "It's nice."
Elias shrugs as he leads me up the steps to the front door. "Yeah, it's hard to find in the city, but I lucked out. Inherited it from my great-uncle. The guy never had kids, so he left it to me." He unlocks the door and pushes it open, motioning for me to step inside.
The interior is as cozy as the exterior suggested. The living room is warm and inviting, with hardwood floors that creak slightly underfoot, a leather couch that looks like it's seen some serious lounging, and a wall lined with bookshelves. There's a guitar propped up in the corner, and a stack of vinyl records beside an old turntable. The space feels lived-in, comfortable, like a place where someone actually spends time, not just somewhere they sleep.
I take it all in, trying to reconcile this homey, almost domestic scene with the image I've had of Elias in my head. He's always struck me as the kind of guy who's a little wild, a little unpredictable, but this place... it feels settled. Like he's rooted here.
