Enid is moving across the world to attend university. Away from all that she knows, she soon finds herself at the center of three men's unyielding attention. Three men who are her professors. Inexperienced and innocent, she is the exact opposite...
Enid turned again to take in the otherworldly bedroom and tears began to flood her eyes.
"No, no! Don't cry, little bird! It's okay, we can remodel it tomorrow, okay? Damn it, Theo, I told you we should have painted the walls pink instead of yellow." Dante pulled her into his arms, his eyes darting between hers with stress.
"No!" Enid exclaimed, pulling back from him, "I love it so much. Please don't change a thing."
All three men deflated, stress fleeing from their tensed stature.
"Why were you crying then, darling?" Theodore asked, his dark eyebrows furrowed above his glasses.
"No one has ever done something like this for me. I'm just so grateful." Enid responded, her small feet leading her to where he stood.
She gave each of them a long hug, trying to transmit her gratitude with squeezes.
Dante opened one of the doors to the right and she found it was a massive closet.
It was about the size of her dorm room and filled with clothes and accessories.
"Whose clothes are these?" She asked, confusion thick in her tone.
"Yours, angel." Alexander grinned, giving her a playful shove to enter the closet.
The walls held built in racks and shelves, one section left open for a bench seat with soft white pillows.
Her eyes were immediately drawn to the massive row of sweaters, every color possible represented.
She barely had time to take in the huge section of dresses before Theodore had grabbed something from one of the drawers and was leading her to the next door.
Inside this one was a large bathroom with a gorgeous clawfoot bathtub.
She already itched to take a bubble bath in it.
Expensive soaps lined the bath walls and perfumes and lotions were displayed on the wide vanity.
"Here are some pajamas, darling. And there's a new toothbrush by the sink. Get ready for bed and we'll tuck you in." Theodore commanded, the three men stepping out and shutting the door.
Now alone, Enid inhaled deeply, still in shock.
Her arms braced against the counter, leaning against the cool granite for support.
She stared at her pale face in the mirror, her cyan eyes wide.
Her curls escaping from a messy lopsided bun at the top of her head.
The girl staring back at her looked like a ghost.
Extending her arm, she pinched the freckled skin.
Nothing happened, so she pinched again.
And again.
So, it wasn't a dream then.
She felt as though she were floating above herself, watching another girl as she brushed her teeth and slipped into the incredible silk pajamas.
They were a matching set of light blue shorts and a spaghetti strap top.
Enid ran her fingers down the material, the material like water over her skin.
Everything felt surreal, like she was reading a book instead of living.
Between exhaustion and being overwhelmed, she didn't bat an eye as the three men tucked her into the cloud-like bed.
Their unique, yet equally delicious scents wrapping around her like a blanket as they pulled the covers over her.
Enid smiled as they whispered goodnights and pressed light kisses on her face as they left.
"Sweet dreams, sweet angel." The whisper like a ghost against her temple followed by warm lips.
Something in her disliked that they were leaving.
If she had had the energy, she would have held onto their arms and kept them there.
Maybe pulled them into the cloud with her.
But her thoughts were fuzzy, her senses fading as she sunk further and further into the soft pillow.
She was half-aware that they stood in the doorway for some time, watching as her breaths deepened and she drifted closer and closer to dreams.
Just as Enid was on the brink of falling asleep, her eyes fluttered open to look at them a final time.
Drowsy and vulnerable, words slipped from her lips without thought.
"Goodnight daddies."
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What do you think of Enid's room?
And how do you think the immortals reacted to that last line?
