A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

Silas didn't say a word. He just quietly lay down in the middle spot.

The bed was decently big, but for four grown men? It was still a bit of a squeeze.

But since they insisted, he couldn't really refuse. He just wanted them to be happy with him.

Even though, honestly, he had no idea what they were planning.

Once Silas lay down, Quentin turned off the lights.

At first, Silas lay flat on his back, but after a while, he started to feel uncomfortable. He rolled over and turned his head, only to be greeted by a pale face, eerily lit up by the glow of a phone screen, making the features look almost ghostly.

He jumped a little, startled, but kept silent. He glanced at Norton, gave him a polite smile, and rolled away, only to find himself face-to-face with Quentin, who was staring at him, lost in thought.

Silas sighed internally and turned over again, this time lying flat on his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling. He stayed perfectly still, almost like a statue.

That night, Silas had no idea when or how he finally fell asleep.

All he knew was that he was smooshed in the middle, barely daring to move an inch, afraid he'd wake the guys on either side of him.

Of course, the others didn't seem to care. They tossed and turned as much as they pleased, leaving Silas frozen in place.

kept him together. He'd never shared a bed with another guy before, let alone three of them at

up,

on his own, he had no clue how he'd slept so deeply. It was Julius who woke him up, apparently

looked over and saw a guy next to him, which

until his second shout that he realized who

sat

the room, drawn by all the

crammed together on the bed,

to admit:

up in one bed together, they made

whipped out her phone and snapped a

still in that confused,

pictures!" Norton was the first

say a word, just glanced over at Silas like he

"So,"

her photos, "did you boys sleep get any useful

flipping I last

pretty pleased with her

Quentin muttered, frowning a