Page 88 of Forbidden Titan

Me: I’m getting a restraining order.

The main door of the dorm suite opens and closes. Probably Zach. Thank god because I’m starving. A few seconds later, he pushes the curtain aside and steps into my room with coffee and a bag from the campus bagel shop.

Yeah, so there's this whole curtain situation happening. The sheer fabric lets me peek through—totalsafety blanket move—but hey, it's progress or whatever. Better than an actual door, which is still a hard fucking no. Can't wait to dig into that trauma next week in therapy . . . said absolutely no one ever.

Zach quirks an eyebrow. "Do I want to know?"

I thrust my phone at him. "Your fungus friend added me to some group chat."

Zach actually groans. "He didn't."

"Oh, he did. And seriously? You asked Viktor of all people to help you set up the swing?"

“I . . . needed help.” He sits on the bed, then takes a bagel from the bag and hands it to me, avoiding eye contact.

Sometimes I forget about his limitations. I let out a deep breath and take the bagel. “You could’ve asked Jackson.”

He looks up, eyes narrowing slightly. “Reed can’t keep his mouth shut either.”

As we cuddle up on the bed and eat, my phone buzzes again. I open the screen and read the new barrage of texts.

Viktor: Here’s the house rules

1. NO SEXTING (looking at you Jackson/Killian)

2. All tea must be spilled IMMEDIATELY

3. What happens in Bottoms Up stays in Bottoms Up

4. Pics or it didn’t happen

I grin as messages from Killian and Jackson flood my phone while taking a bite of my bagel, nearly choking when they start arguing about a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs. These chaotic disasters with their zero boundaries and questionable morals—they're my people now.

Zach pulls me against his side, his lips brushing my temple. "Happy?"

"Yeah." After tossing the phone onto the bed, tired of their antics, I lean up and kiss Zach on the cheek. "I really am. About everything."