Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Brooklyn ~71~

A few hours had passed and we wrecked the kitchen trying to make brownies. Flour everywhere, eggs broken, cocoa powder in our hair, and sugar mixed with oil. Callan tried to salvage it but it was inevitable. Atticus had woken up and walked into the kitchen to see what was happening, freezing at the mess before sighing and walking back out.

Callan told me to get ready to go to the beach while he cleaned up. Before I went to get changed, I visited Zach, seeing him clocked out on his bed. I smile softly and walk in, leaning down and kissing his temple. He lets out a soft breath, still fast asleep. I debated waking him so that he could get ready too.

I stared at him for a moment, wondering how I got so lucky. His shoulders rose and fell in steady breaths, his hair falling onto his face. I realized how creepy I looked hovering over him, watching him sleep. I back up and walk out of the room, mentally giggling at the image in my head.

I head over to my bedroom. The bed was neatly made, never slept in since the first few days I returned. I didn't want to sleep in here and my guys didn't want me to sleep in here either. So they'd take turns sleeping with me in the room with them. Except Atticus. I've yet to sleep alone with him.

I grabbed a pair of short pants, shimmying out of my pants, and putting it on. I was about to leave when suddenly, Callan appeared behind me, holding a shopping bag.

"I bought you a bathing suit." He says simply, handing me the bag. I look inside, seeing the light blue material. "I figured you would want to swim in style."

"Oh, I was planning on going in shorts and Atticus' shirt." I chuckle, placing the bag on the bed and taking out the suit. The top was fine, however the cloth was far too thin. He'd be able to see the piercings. "I'll wear it with the shirt."

"Why with a shirt?" He asks suspiciously, sitting on my bed and pulling me to stand between his legs. "You don't like it?"

"No, I love it. I just... you wouldn't want others looking at me wearing such a revealing outfit, do you?" I try to make an excuse. Hearing him chuckle nearly makes my heart stop. He shakes his head softly and looks up at me.

"What are you hiding from me, baby?" He asks lowly, looking at me intensively.

"Maybe I just don't want to flaunt my body?"

"You're brow keeps twitching." He says, reminding me of one of our first encounters. He was so quick to notice my quirk when I lied. "Does Atticus know?"

"Know what?"

"What about Milo?"

"I don't know what he would know."

"Zachary knows doesn't he?"

"He doesn't." I huff, crossing my arms and staring at him unamused. He starts to smile like a crazy person, making me realize he caught me.

"He does." He grins before jumping up and running out of the room. I yell after him and chase him, grabbing him before he can barge into Zach's room.

"He's asleep. Leave him alone." I whisper yell, making him chuckle. And just on cue, Zachary opens the door looking all disheveled. "Damn it, go back to bed man!"

My mouth was suddenly covered by Callan's hand, making me lick his palm. Which didn't even bother him.

Nasty creature.

Zachary looked at us and chuckled before walking back into the room and picking out some clothes to go swimming in. Callan grabs me and pulls me to him, his hand still on my mouth as he starts walking us into the room.

"What's Brooklyn hiding?" He asks Zachary, making him look at me with a smirk. I let out a muffled shout, making the two men chuckle.

"Well.." Zachary begins, only stopping when I look at him with pleading eyes. "She's gonna tell you in LA. Wait till tomorrow."