Page 35 of Daddies' Holiday Toy

Jack, Liam, Reece…all of them too kind and too protective over me for barely knowing me at all.

And I’m too weak to resist wanting them.

Morning comes far too soon.

The pale gray light filtering through the curtains feels cold and unwelcoming when my eyes finally peel themselves open.

I force myself to get out of bed, needing fresh air.

Maybe I can slip out the door before any of them wake up.

That would be the best-case scenario.

Checking my phone, I find my best friend’s text waiting for me: a slew of question marks following her demand to call her ASAP.

Ignoring it, I slip out of my room and head down the hallway, keeping my steps light while I move.

The other doors are thankfully closed, no sounds of the partying from last night coming from the living room.

Reece is passed out on the couch, one arm stretched over his head while the other is draped over his stomach.

I stay still for a long moment, watching the rise and fall of his chest before moving again.

When I peek out the window, my breath fogs the glass.

The driveway is still completely buried, and the snowbanks that are formed around where the roadshouldlook higher than the damn cars buried in front of it.

My stomach sinks.

Well, shit.

“Looking for an escape route?”

I yelp, spinning around to find Reece sitting up and stretching his arms above his head, his smile is as easy as ever.

“Sorry,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. “Didn’t mean to scare you. Checked a little bit ago. Weather says we’re snowed in for the weekend, so looks like you’re not going anywhere.”

My stomach drops.

Oh, fuck me sideways.

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At this rate, it really shouldn’t surprise me, but hearing Reece’s confirmation that we’re snowed in for the weekend still makes me wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

Great.

Justgreat.

I turn and press my palm to the cold glass of the window, my fingertips tingling from the chill as I watch a few lingering snowflakes drift from the sky and swirl outside like mocking little dancers.

They’re beautiful in that carelessly, infuriating way, spinning wildly as if they know they’ve successfully trapped me here.

Is this karma?

Did I forsake some poor bastard last lifetime and now they’re finally exacting their revenge on me?