Page 130 of Brazen Obsession

I’m home. I’m safe.

“You here, princess?” Drew’s voice travels from the foyer as he heads into the living room.

“Dining room.” I release my breath and smile.

He comes in and looks at the books spread out. He rounds the table and leans down to kiss me. “What are we studying today?”

He drops into the chair next to me and pulls over one of the books.

“Everything. Midterms.”

He nods thoughtfully. “You need a study buddy?” His brown eyes meet mine.

“Not if that study buddy is going to distract me.” I arch an eyebrow.

“How about we compromise?” Drew slides the book back to where I had it.

I cross my legs. “What kind of compromise?”

“I’ll help you study for a while and then we move downstairs to study and I quiz you.” He arches an eyebrow.

I pick up my pen and play with it. “And where will you quiz me?”

He smirks. “The play room.”

I blow out a breath as heat floods me. “I do like to be rewarded.”

“That’s the plan, princess.”

Graduation Day

The morning was chaos. I’m not sure what set it off, but nothing has gone right. Finn kept me up half the night by trying to fuck me in my sleep but waking me up. That meant I slept later than I intended.

The shower in the primary suite didn’t work, so I went upstairs as Dante was finishing his workout. Needless to say, I got sweaty with him before and during the shower we shared. Then I had to get ready.

Drew came to tell me Wyatt had my breakfast prepared. He took one look at the expression on my face and started helping me get dressed. Which meant it took twice as long as it would have taken me by myself.

But I can’t seem to help myself today. The last week was finals, and I was a mess. I told everyone to leave me alone so I could focus, but every now and then I’d pull one of them into a room to have a study break.

Or a stress reliever.

The guys have been great. Well mostly. Wyatt keeps adding to my punishments. To be delivered later since I’m too busy right now. I’m not sure what I’m up to, but it’s not going to be as fun as when it’s doled out a little at a time.

But that’s not something I need to worry about today. When I reach the kitchen, Wyatt sits at the table waiting for me.

“In the oven.” He gestures to it.

I stop and get my omelet out, bringing the plate over to the table and sitting across from him.

“Are you ready for this?” Wyatt leans with his elbows on the table.

I nod and my stomach churns.

“Trouble?”

It’s the end of school. I’m moving on to work. It’s a lot, but it’s time.

When I lift my gaze to his, he smiles softly. “We’ve talked, and since you have a few weeks before starting your job at Cliodhna, we’ve made arrangements to travel for a week.” He slides an envelope across the table.