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The look of surprise and wonder on her face makes me want to give her the world. Fuck, I need to find out more about why she’s here.

“I know what it’s like to have curly hair,” I continue as I point to my head.

“I love your hair,” Silla says with a smile, patting my chest as high up as she can reach.

“Smooth,” Isaac murmurs as he wraps a towel around his waist.

Shrugging, I point to the clothes on the counter. “There’s pajamas for you in your actual size, and clothes for tomorrow. I didn’t know if you’d need the pjs tonight or not,” I explain.

“I sleep in boxers,” Isaac smirks. “My hands may roam in the middle of the night, because I’m not used to sharing my bed with others.”

“You’re a hermit,” I snort. “That's why I made sure your room was as far away from the others as possible. I’m thinking about installing an extra camera for security purposes outside of your room, Silla. Do you think that’s overkill?”

Silla is just popping her head out of the top of her shirt as she dresses, and I can see the imprint of her nipples. “No, I think it’s sweet. The fact that Andrya was able to con me into believing that she was my roommate concerns me. I didn’t even think to look into it.” She sighs. “I’m an idiot.”

“No, you didn’t know and she used your trust against you,” Isaac says, kissing her forehead. “Finish getting ready for bed, and come snuggle with me.”

Leaving her to finish getting ready, I follow Issac. I watch without shame as he drops his towel, letting my eyes roam over his body. He’s well muscled, even though he spends all day in front of a computer, but my gaze keeps straying to his dick.

Pulling out boxers, he smirks at me as he puts them on. “A picture will last longer,” Isaac teases me.

“It’s probably inappropriate for you to send me dick pics, but I wouldn’t look the other way,” I say slyly.

Snorting, he shakes his head as he moves to the couch. The hair dryer turns on, and I listen for a moment. Silla had a weird day, and even the strongest people break.

“She’s fine,” Isaac promises, waving me over to sit with him. “And if she’s not, we’ll help. Silla has been alone for a long time, and it’s not easy to trust someone else. She may have trusted me tonight with her body, and that’s huge, but Silla Tremaine doesn’t completely know what to do with either of us. I plan to keep showing up for her in any way that I can.”

Blowing out a breath, I drop onto the couch. “I need to put in an order for that camera.” I sigh.

Isaac grunts, picking up his computer and doing it for me. “Anything else, boss?” he snarks, and I rub my cock with a groan as it twitches.

“Don’t do that. I’m going to walk around with a damn hard-on all of the time between the two of you, and my pants can’t hide this,” I complain. Isaac snickers as I squeeze the tip of my cock hard, wincing.

“You’re going to hurt yourself doing that. What are Silla and I going to do without your dick when you break it?” Isaac asks, mirth coloring his voice.

“Ugh, only say that if you mean it.” I sigh, dropping my head back with a yawn. It’s been a long ass day, and I’m already sleepy.

“Gray, you know good and well that I’m as truthful as possible. While you process that.” Isaac smirks, “Silla said they’re having practical work in class. What exactly does that mean?”

My eyes move to the door where she’s drying her hair, and my lips twist in worry. “It could be Andrya discussing how to get a mark to take them home, or she could choose someone out of the room to give Ayden or Sidney a blow job. They have to be able to fuck or kill in the next months, and those three while twisted, don’t fuck around,” I explain.

“Andrya likes being unpredictable,” he murmurs, his eyes dropping to the floor. My eyes rise, wondering how well he knows her. “She’s also a bit of an exhibitionist, so could it maybe be them watching her get fucked by one of her co-instructors?” he asks hopefully.

“I don’t know. We have an inspection in a month, so she’ll want to be able to show that their recruits are moving in the right direction. We’re all going to be pretty busy now that we’re at full capacity,” I lament, rubbing my thighs as I think about that.

“Yeah, but I don’t have a dedicated group. I float,” Isaac says, shaking his head. “I go where I’m needed, so it’ll be a little easier for me to keep my ear to the ground.”

Blowing out a breath, I nod as Silla steps out of the bathroom almost nervously.

“You good?” Isaac asks, bracing his arms on his thighs.

“Yeah, I’m just getting tired. It’s been a rough day,” she admits.

“Come sit with us,” I offer, wincing internally as she looks surprised. I epically fucked up with her.

Walking slowly, her brow raises. “There’s nowhere to sit,” Silla murmurs.

Tugging her to me, I murmur, “I’ll be your chair any time. Did you put new wrappings on your wrists?”