Page 103 of My Three Hometown Alphas

“Not nearly as much as I missed you, angel.”

I want to tell him that I don’t think that’s possible, but the look in his eyes stops me from uttering the words. Three other words are burning a hole in my tongue, begging to be set free.

I don’t say them, though. They’re here, and that means more than they’ll even know. I still have no idea what the future looks like, so for now I’ll keep them to myself.

He takes a long deep inhale, seeming to breathe me in before stepping back. I want to move back into his arms, but there’s one more Kingston brother I desperately need to see.

I turn and lock eyes with dark blue depths. I fall against Will’s chest, inhaling his spicy scent with hints of cinnamon and ginger. “You guys are here.”

“Yeah, baby, we’re here,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

Thank fuck he’s so strong because I’m squeezing the shit out of him.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers against my hair.

“No?”

“No.”

“How?” I ask, not able to formulate the rest of the words that probably need to accompany that single word. Luckily, he understands what I’m asking.

“This is a big day for you, and you’re a part of our family. There was nowhere else any of us wanted to be today other than here cheering you on.”

A few tears fall from my eyes onto his shirt.

“We have something we want to talk to you about,” he says.

I lean my head back to gaze up at him.

He must see the apprehension in my eyes because he says, “It’s a good thing, I promise.”

Air whooshes from my lungs in relief. “It’s really loud in here. Do you want to go outside?”

The sun went down about an hour ago, so it shouldn’t be too hot anymore.

He grabs my hand. “Lead the way, graduate.”

I grin at him before turning to lead them out the doors. We walk for a few minutes away from all the people congregating outside of the gym.

There’s a small alcove of trees tucked on the side of one of the lecture halls that was always my favorite place to escape between classes during my undergrad.

Lyla plops down between Miles and Owen on the grass. I unzip my gown, shrugging it off my shoulders.

I turn to find all three of my guys staring at me with wide eyes.

“What?” I ask, eyes darting down to look at my dress.

“You look stunning,” Will says.

“Oh… thank you.” A blush creeps over my cheeks.

“I think I still like the jean shorts and T-shirt look more, but wow,” Miles says.

Lyla turns to glare at him. “I told her she looked pretty first.”

I laugh as I take off my heels and sit on the grass. My gown is draped over my lap so I can sit a little more comfortably without flashing my panties to anyone who might walk by.

They are very cute black, lacy panties, but not everyone needs to see them. I mean… maybe the guys could see them, but…