Page 125 of Shattered Silence Duet

Dom and Atlas have been taking turns sneaking into my room every night after everyone has gone to bed. Atlas hasn’t kissed me again, but he always holds me through the night. Dom was the same way, he was soft and tender with me, kissing my head or neck, but never taking it any further. I tried to ask him a couple times about his comment that first night, but he keeps gently brushingoff my questions and telling me to go to sleep. I feel a deep need to do whatever he asks of me, so when he tells me to go to sleep, I do.

The twins are still very flirty with me, but there was no more truth or dare. They did help to bathe me every few days, but they seemed to be able to do so without kissing me again, something I was frustrated by. I could see the want in their eyes, and I wasn’t sure what had changed. I felt like I was biding my time with them all, waiting for one of them to crack. Or, more likely,hopingone of them would.

The problem, as usual, is that I still want all seven of them, even Gideon, despite the distance he is putting between us. I know I’m just being greedy, wanting him to be as close to me as the others, but I can’t help myself. Why does he have to be so attractive, anyway?

As Dr. Young starts to remove my stitches, I study both men. Gideon is wearing a light blue dress shirt, with a navy vest and tie, and navy dress pants. Ben is wearing a white and blue checkered dress shirt that shows a hint of his chest hair out of the top, and he’s rolled up the sleeves to show off his forearms. He might not be huge like Atlas, but his arms still do it for me. He’s wearing dark blue jeans to give him a more business casual look.

As appealing as their bodies are, it’s their faces that I enjoy looking at the most. Gideon, as always, has his wavy brown hair styled perfectly, while Ben’s straight hair is sticking out in random places. It gives the impression that he just got out of bed but somehow also looked styled that way. Ben has beautiful brown eyes, accentuated by his glasses, while Gideon’s are more of a hazel.

The process of taking out the stitches doesn’t hurt too much, it’s just uncomfortable pulling and pinching on my skin. When she’s finally done, I look nervously at Ben and Gideon.

“Umm, would you guys mind giving me a couple of minutes alone with the doctor?”

They look a bit surprised but nod and say they’ll wait in the hall.

Once the door shuts, Doctor Young turns to me. “What can I help you with, Mina?”

“I know it might not be necessary, but I was hoping to talk to you about birth control.”

“Did your previous doctor talk to you about the damage to your uterus?” she asks carefully.

I nod. “Yes, he said it had been nicked, and they weren’t sure if I’d be able to have children.”

“That’s right. Everything looks okay, but you won’t know until you try. It sounds like you aren’t ready for that just yet?”

“No, definitely not.”

“I can understand that. You’ve been through a lot. Speaking of which, are you seeing a psychiatrist?” she asks as she starts pulling things from her drawers.

“No, I… I don’t think I can talk about it with a stranger yet.”

“That’s okay. I’m going to give you a card from someone I recommend. When you’re ready, they’ll be there.” She hands me a business card, and I put in my pocket. “Now, as for contraceptives, do you know your options?”

“Yes, I did some research, I was hoping I could get the implant, the one that goes in my arm,” I say pointing at it.

“I can do that right now for you. When did you start your last period?”

“About four days ago.”

“Okay this is good timing then, it will work straight away for you.”

I felt nervous about getting birth control, and didn’t want the guys to know. They might think that I see our relationship as something bigger than it is. The truth was, I had no idea what we were to each other. Most of them were very touchy feely with me, and a few had crossed over that line of friendship. But they hadn’t so much as had a conversation with me about it, to tell why they didn’t want anything more. I had a feeling it’s because there are seven of them and one of me.

Regardless, getting this implant feels like the first thing I’m doing that’s in my control. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to have kids, and frankly, I’m not even sure if I want them. I’ve never considered being a parent before. And right now, that’s the last thing on my mind.

I want to experience life and see what's out there. Hopefully with the company of seven very specific men.

When we get home, I change into a new set of matching underwear and bra that I found in my dresser last week. Then I head into my bathroom to get a good look at where the stitches had been. My wounds are completely sealed shut now, no risk of reopening, according to the doctor, which is a good thing. I also have full use of my arms again, although I am supposed to take it easy and not carry anything heavy for a while.

I’m so excited to finally be off of bed rest and be able to move around the house. I’m so bored of being stuck up here all day for the past two weeks.Don’t get me wrong, the guys have taken amazing care of me the whole time, but they’re starting to drive me nuts. There are certain questions they keep evading, like what Dom does for a living, how exactly they all ended up together, or why they chose this town to live in when none of them grew up here. They keep telling me they’ll explain when I’m feeling better.

I care deeply for all seven of them. It’s something I’ve started to realize over these past two weeks as they visit and chat with me. I’ve learned about their interests and gotten to know each of them on a deeper level. The more I find out about them, the more I like them. I thought I’d start to develop deeper feelings for one of them over the others, but it hasn’t happened likethat. No, my big, stupid heart wants all of them. Even Gideon, who hasn’t been spending any alone time with me.

“Kitten, what are you doing down here?” Dom asks as I step into the kitchen. He has to stop calling me that, it does things to me. My core pulses every time he says it.

“I’m healed. I can walk down the stairs on my own now,” I tell him, trying to sound strong, but I can hear the fear in my own voice. I’m afraid he will make me stay in my room. Or worse, now I’m healed, would he make me leave?

He turns towards me. “Show me your hand.”