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It so was.

None of them should be mad at this situation, or at me. This whole thing was so overwhelmingly confusing that I wasn’t sure what to expect from anyone.

Quinton came over to where I stood in the safety of Tyson’s arms. His hand came up and he cupped the side of my face.

His eyes were warm, intense. I liked this look a whole lot better than his cold, hostile one.

“No, baby,” he said gently. “I am not mad. How can I be mad when I’m getting everything that I want? Besides, I got to kiss you first and that’s all that matters to me.”

Tyson grunted as Quint leaned in. He kissed me on the forehead and backed away.

Walking backwards, he said, “I will wait for you two downstairs. Don’t take too long or I will come back and bring her downstairs myself.”

He turned around and sauntered to the door.

Tyson’s put pressure on his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in closer.

“You see what I mean?” He muttered. “He’s a smug bastard.”

My body shook with laughter and I wasn’t entirely sure why I was laughing. Maybe it was a stress reliever. The last two hours of my life had been extreme and very bizarre. I had a feeling that extreme and very bizarre were about to become my version of normal.

I would take laughter over tears any day.

Tyson walked us over to the love seat and moved me so I was sitting. I immediately pulled my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my knees.

I stopped laughing and watched him as he pulled my dreamcatcher out of the white box. He stood and toed his black boots off. I was glad he thought to take his boots off, I didn’t want them on my new bed. Very considerate of him.

“Hold this for me,” he said as he held out the dreamcatcher towards me. He shook the pretty thing in the air, telling me to take it from him.

I sat up and let my feet fall to the floor as I took the dreamcatcher from him. I held it up in front of me while he put a knee into the bed, then the other and he pulled himself to his feet until he stood on the the bed. He held his arms out at his sides, keeping balance as he walked to the head of the bed.

I spotted what I had missed in my earlier perusal of the room, a small, white hook had been screwed into the ceiling above where I would lay my head down on my pillow tonight.

Tyson held his hand out to me and I got to my feet. I walked to the bed and held the dreamcatcher up to him. He took it and hung it up on the little white hook.

With my hand, I smoothed out the comforter he had wrinkled by standing on it. As I did this he jumped down from the bed.

He backed up and squinted his eyes, studying his work.

“What do you think?” he asked me.

I backed up until the backs of my knees hit the love seat and I sat down, taking in the view.

What did I think?

I thought it was perfect, just perfect, like everything about the room. I loved it. The black looked good against the yellow color of the wall and I imagined the feathers floating around on a gentle breeze that would come in through the window if I opened it. Maybe after everybody left I could open up the window, lay down on that bed and watch the feathers move around above me.

“It’s lovely,” I murmured distractedly.

He laughed and said, “You’re adorable.”

I looked from the dreamcatcher to him and smiled. I liked receiving gifts. And I loked Tyson.

His eyes dropped to my mouth and filled with heat. I knew he wanted to kiss me again and I also knew I couldn’t let that happen. Not at the moment. We needed to get downstairs and staying in here kissing would mean Quinton barging in and getting an eye full. I didn’t want that.

I stood and practically ran to the door.

“Time to go downstairs now,” I mumbled as I sprinted past him.