An abused musician is forced to move across state lines, her skills being forced to make more money. It isn't until she meets three other men, that she finally understands love.
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Willow Snow is a senior piano protégé, her life constantly in camer...
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I was warm. Way too warm. My eyes popped open as I feel my skin on fire, something brushing against almost every portion of me that wasn't covered in clothes. I smile and end up blushing to myself as fantasies flash through my head, forcing me to practically scramble out of the bed. I felt like an idiot, things like this didn't happen in real life. Girls don't fall in love equally with three different guys and actually have all three of them love her back.
I look at the little alarm clock and wipe my face, I still had close to half an hour before I really needed get up. I rubbed at my eyes as I stretched my limbs out, the familiar sore feeling hitting me like a ton of bricks. I winced, folding in on myself as I made my way to the huge ensuite bathroom before plugging up the tub and starting the water. I undressed as quickly as I could, which really wasn't that quick, and unwinding the gauze Finch had wrapped around me last night.
I settled into the tub slowly, gritting my teeth when the hot water touched my skin. I let out a breath when I finally relaxed into the water, getting out soap and the loofa from the side. I finished washing myself and got out of the tub gingerly, wrapping the towel in myself before opening the door.
The boys were still asleep in the bed, clutching onto the sheets and pillow I had just occupied. I left the room and walked into the room down the hallway, going into a room with bright blue walls and photos spread all over the walls. A king sized bed with a sky blue comforter sat in the middle of the room, paint brushes and canvases scattered across the floor.
I knew this was Finch's room, mainly by his smell, and moved across the room and into the closet. I found the clothes they had bought me the day before, all folded or hung up. I smiled as I picked out what I wanted to wear, a Morton long sleeve with light jeans, a hole in the knee.
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It was loose against all of my wounds, but helped me feel put together. I went out of the room and back down the stairs, staring the coffee machine. I heard movement upstairs, making another small smile pull up onto my face. I see the sets of feet making it down the stairs before their alarmed faces, falling in relief when they notice me standing by the counter.
"You guys okay?" I ask as I take out three other cups, pouring coffee in the mugs and making it just the way the boys like. Finch with too much sugar and no cream, Theo with just a bit of cream, and Ronan without anything. I push it towards the three who were now sitting at the bar, just staring at me. "What?"
