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.

never shared a bed with another guy before, let alone three

finally woke up, it was already

his own, he had no clue how he'd slept so deeply. It

yell, then looked over and saw a guy next to him, which made him yelp

shout that

sat

the room, drawn

guys, all crammed together on the bed, and couldn't help but feel

to

in one bed together, they

phone and snapped a quick

were all still

what are you doing?! Don't take pictures!" Norton was the first to snap

word, just glanced over at Silas like he wanted

"So,"

you boys sleep get any

last

pretty pleased with her

Quentin muttered, frowning