My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

“Maybe a bit of both. We need to unpack this new development with the twins, then I for Sure cannot sleep without Sam, but he’s patient, he’ll wait all night if I want him to. She shrugs and we both laugh.

We both crawl in my bed and under my comforter and she teaches me the finer points of understanding boy behavior. I don’t really care, and I don’t

really understand but it is fun to talk about something that isn’t training or homework for a change so I just listen. It’s the first time I’ve really ever just

sat here and been a kid. It’s a mind blowing concept for me. It’s not long before I am dozing off in my cloud of a bed. She kisses me on the forehead and says good night as I drift off to sleep.

I roll over and stretch, I have no idea what time it is, but there is no light in the sky, so I can only assume it’s my usual early wake-up. I get up, use the bathroom and then wander around my room. My room.

I can ‘t believe Mateo brought me here to get me away from our father, to give me some level of peace and acceptance. I tried to read in my new

I need to get up and move, but I believe Sam’s

could go see the they said I ‘know where to find them’ if I can’t sleep. Sierra confirmed they were definitely flirting with me and that

all have the egos to back up their Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ

anything more than friendship with any of them. Until last night, when they invaded my

the guys the twins touch me the least. Mateo, Sam and Oliver always put an arm around my shoulder

and Sierra and I are always sitting on someone ‘s lap. Someone seems to always have some type of physical contact with me, but the twins are just there in proximity unless I arn on one of their laps, then a lazy arm is around my back

so I couldn’t ‘t talk myself out of this. I tiptoed towards Cam’s room, not wanting

we all cuddle together and basically sleep wherever, but now it seems different. I get to his door

knock? Just walk in? I have no idea what I am doing or how any of this works.

I peekin and in the dim light from the hallway I notice it is almost exactly the same as Kota’s,