Instantly, my heart dropped. “Everything okay?” I asked. I didn’t want tonight to be ruined by another threatening text.

“Yeah, yeah. Eric was just texting me. He and Tristan are about to stake out Robby’s place.” He filled his lungs with a deep breath, letting it whistle out. “I really don’t want them getting involved.”

“Eric’s an ex-cop, right? He’ll be fine. He knows how to do those things.”

“I guess.” With a sigh, he put the phone on the counter and came over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my chest. “It’ll be okay, right?”

“It will,” I said, believing it with everything I had. How could it not turn out okay? There was no other choice, not in my eyes.

Noah stayed in my arms for a few moments longer before he pried himself off and went to turn on the shower, turning the knob to as hot as it went. He loved his steaming showers.

“Hey, where are the sheets kept? I’m gonna swap ours out.”

Noah leaned out of the shower, shampoo already foaming in his hair. “There should be some in the laundry. It’s in that closet in the living room.”

“Got it.”

“Thanks, babe.”

I put on some boxers and took off the sticky sheets, bundling them up. That was one (of the only) drawback of being bi—the amount of come sometimes meant midnight trips to the laundry room. Still, it was a very small inconvenience. Especially considering how much I enjoyed shooting that come, getting rammed by the love of my life.

Yeah, I’d make ten midnight trips to the laundry room and still be down for an eleventh.

I walked through the dark living room. This place was much smaller than the last cabin and had a fraction of the number of windows, which I actually preferred. I wasn’t much of a mountain man, and a lot of that had to do with a ton of horror movies my father had me watch as a kid. Looking out into dark woods never gave me a sense of comfort, so I actually liked the lack of windows in this place.

Oddly, one of them was brighter than the rest. The motion-activated light must have been flipped on by a squirrel. It turned off quickly, meaning whatever was out there had skittered off into the trees.

I went to the laundry closet, dumping the sheets inside the washing machine. I reached up for the detergent, hearing the floor creak behind me.

“That was a quick shower,” I said, uncapping the detergent. I was slightly surprised. Noah enjoyed taking long showers, even when they were late at night.