After lying there in silence for about fifteen minutes, Denver gets up,

"I'll start the bath," he nods at Jordan who hums.

"What? No, a shower will be faster," I try but Denver was already out of the room.

"Shut up Anderson, you can't even get up right now, how are you going to stand in the shower," Jordan says in his 'you know I'm right' tone.

"Ugh, fine," I groan and sit up, Jordan follows me after wearing his shorts and sits up in front of me too.

I give him a lazy smile, I'm sure I look like a fucking disaster right now.

"C'mere," he holds his arms out and helps me straddle him, wrapping my legs around him as he wraps his arms around me.

I place my head on his chest and sigh listening to his heart beat. It's so calm. He kisses my hair before resting his chin over it.

"Did you talk?" he asks.

"To who?" my brows furrow in confusion, even though he can't see me.

"Your dad," he says softly, knowing this is a hard subject.

"No, but I'm thinking of calling mom today," I tell him.

"That's good," his hold on me tightens.

"You think I can talk to Denver about it?" I question after some time.

"Yeah, he should know," he says, rubbing circles on my back making me realize that I'm naked.

I try to move out of his hold to wrap something around me but he's stubborn as fuck.

"What are you doing?" He asks after I stop moving.

"Trying to move," I say in a duh tone.

"Why?"

"I'm naked," I say, embarrassed.

"So?" He asks as if he doesn't get it.

"Let me wear something you idiot," I try to move again, but nothing.

"Are you cold?" he asks.

"No,"

"Then?"

"I don't know?!" I snap, getting irritated.

"Anderson, what the fuck are you embarrassed about?" Jordan asks, his tone is sharp but calm.

"I just- just give me the blanket. Please." I sound defeated.

He sighs and moves, making me relieved that he has dropped the subject and will finally cover me. I forgot how stubborn he was because the next thing I know, he's scooping me in his arms and leaving the room, carrying me bridal style.

"Williams, where are you going?! I'm fucking naked!" I panic. He's fucking crazy.

"I don't care," he scoffs.

Just as we step near the door to the washroom, the door opens revealing a freshly showered Denver in shorts, drying his hair.

"What's happening?" Denver looks at us, tilting his head in confusion.

"Roya's insecure," Jordan says and bends down to land my feet on the wooden floor.

"I never said I was insecure," I say through gritted teeth as I stand next to him, his arm on my sides, holding me.

"What about?" Denver asks, completely ignoring my statement as he looks at Jordan.

"Her body," Jordan tells him.

I swear I sometimes feel like they both can carry on this relationship without me. Or no, maybe they are the parents of this relationship and I'm their child.

"Why?" Denver looks like he cannot be more confused in his life.

I cross my arms over my chest, trying to cover at least something and now I'm even starting to feel cold.

The action doesn't go unnoticed by them as they both now turn to me. I just stand there with crossed arms, looking down at my right feet that's making patterns on the floor.

"Roya," Denver says, his voice deep.

"Yes?" I don't look up. My voice small, completely opposite from his.

"Look at me," He says, I can't say no to that voice. He sounds like he'll tape my eyes to him if he wants to.

I look up. I don't know what expression I had on my face, if it was fear or sadness, but his face softened. His eyes now gentle.

"You're beautiful," he tells me, meaning it.

"With clothes, yes. Without clothes, hell yes," He continues, "You're so fucking gorgeous that the first time I saw you, I couldn't keep my eyes off you," he steps forward.

He makes me uncross my arms and brushes his hand from my face to my arm, "and I feel like I won the lottery that I get to call you ours," he finishes and kisses me. A small and gentle kiss.

"Roya, you're beautiful inside out," Jordan says, kissing my shoulder, "and if we need to say this to you everyday, we will."

My heart flutters at what these two just said and now I just feel stupid for being embarrassed, not insecure.

"Sorry," I look down, rubbing my neck.

"Anderson," Jordan groans, making me look up. He holds my neck and pulls me closer, turning me a little.

"Don't ever say sorry for telling us your thoughts. Okay?" he raises a brow.

"Okay," I whisper, nodding.

"Come on, let's clean you up," he pecks me and picks me up again making me squeal as Denver chuckles.

"The washroom is literally two steps away," I protest.

"I know," is all he says as we all step in.

Well we step in what looks like another fucking room because there's a shower area in the corner, a bath tub in the center with a wooden table next to it carrying all the products and next to the wall near the door are two sinks with a connected long mirror and wooden drawers under them. The concept is cream colored and wooden just like the rest of the suite.

I notice the bathtub is full as we step towards it. Jordan lowers me in the tub and takes the other side after removing his shorts. Our legs intervene as he sits and even if we have no clothing at all, it all feels so innocent.

Denver hands me a purple bath bomb and my eyes light up at it.

"Oh my god, thank you!" I smile, taking it from him, turning to Jordan.

"Can I?" I ask him, he's in the tub too, I don't want him to feel uncomfortable.

"Yeah, I don't mind," he smiles at me and I release the bath bomb in the water. Smiling as it dissolves slowly, turning the water lavender.

"It's so pretty," I almost cry.

Denver drags a small cushion seat from near the sink and places it next to the bathtub, sitting on it and going through his phone.

Jordan adds a soapy liquid in the water and I close my eyes, sinking in the warm water. He then holds my feet and starts massaging them, earning a smile from me. I still haven't opened my eyes but I can feel his stare on me.

This feels nice, just being in each other's presence. It's calming. Makes me want to stay here forever but I think going to work tomorrow would be nice too.

I felt someone stirring me and I open my eyes, seeing it's Jordan now wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

When did he get out?

"You slept and we didn't want to wake you but we also didn't want you to stay in water for too long," he explains, smiling.

I nod, taking his hand to get out as he dries me up a bit in a fluffy towel and then makes me wear a white bathrobe which is too big for me.

We go out in the living room of the suite and I see Denver cooking. We could've just ordered room service.

"What is he doing?" I whisper to Jordan who laughs making Denver turn around.

"There you are," he grins, bringing two plates to the island that has bar stools next to it.

I sit down and look at the plates to see grilled sandwiches with cheese dripping out from them. Well nothing can go wrong with that.

We all take our seats. Me and Jordan on one side and Denver on the other. He's wearing shorts and a t-shirt too, probably borrowed from Jordan.

I take a bite, moaning at all the melted cheese I taste and realize that the two of them are looking at me.

"What?" I ask, my mouth full.

"How is it?" Denver asks, a little too excited.

"So good," I sigh and he turns to Jordan.

"Pay up," he says, smirking.

Jordan narrows his eyes at me and then reluctantly takes out his wallet to pay Denver a hundred dollars.

"What did you guys bet on," I ask, taking another bite.

"He said you won't like my cooking," Denver picks up his own sandwich.

"It's cheese and bread. Who won't like it?" I shrug and continue eating.

"Yeah, fine. Next time, cook real food," Jordan tells him but doesn't touch his plate.

"What's wrong?" I ask him.

"I have to tell you guys something," he sighs but doesn't look stressed which makes me feel better.

"Okay," Denver and I say in unison.

"I transferred to UBC," Jordan says looking at both of us.

I stop chewing and so does Denver. My eyes are wide in shock. He's going to study here now? But wait.

"What about the business you used to handle?" I tilt my head, he loves working with his father.

"I'll be handling the Vancouver branch for now," he smirks. I squeal and wrap my arms around him.

"You're going to stay here!" I say and he chuckles.

"Yeah," he says and I let go of him.

"Welcome to British Columbia," Denver smirks and they fist bump each other making me shake my head.

Idiots.

A/N :

I had an exam today so I'm not sure how many chapters I'll be able to write before I pass out.

Love,

The Author