Page 52 of Theirs to Hunt (Girls Like Us #1)

Chapter fifty-two

S he is standing by the suitcase when I walk in.

Her hand on the handle. Eyes wide.

She has already seen what we’ve done. The details. The care.

Good.

“We want you here,” I say. “As long as you’ll have us.”

I cross the room. Take the suitcase. Open it on the bed.

And begin.

Deodorant to the bathroom. Skincare to the vanity. Socks stacked. Folded.

Order. Not chaos.

Each item in its place. Each one a reminder she belongs.

Her voice breaks the quiet. Teasing. A deflection. “Since you seem to enjoy putting my things away, where did you stash my vibrators? ”

I do not pause. “Top drawer. Left side. Next to the Agent Provocateur sets we purchased for you.”

I glance up. Hold her eyes. A flicker of challenge. “You want me to leave them there?”

She doesn’t answer. Just stares.

I don’t fill the silence.

Because everything in this room already does.