Samson was the first back in the room after breakfast. He quickly shoved a wad of cash into his satchel, eyeing Dan suspiciously. The latter just chuckled, waving his hand dismissively.

"How much?" Blaze asked quietly, stretching his arms as he flopped onto his bed. Geraldt sat back down in his chair and watched the movement of the three boys.

"It's not polite to ask a man his salary, Blazie," Dan teased as he pulled down his blazer and wandered to a corner of the room where, on a bar, hung uniforms. Blaze lifted his head to look at Dan before falling back. I rocked on my feet. Geraldt was still not getting ready, nor did he make an effort to do so. He was sitting and watching the room as it moved. Dan pulled off his shirt and began shifting into the new clothes. I looked down but the sudden movement caught Geraldt's eye who beckoned me forward with his finger.

As I stalked closer, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me down onto his lap. I nearly struck his injured foot but he grabbed my thigh and pulled it aside. It was from bad to worse, and I felt myself melting with shame. Samson whistled lowly like he was catcalling me.

"You ain't going nowhere except the office t'day," Geraldt whispered. He leaned his chin against my shoulder and I could feel his breath against my ear. I shuddered. He chuckled, his arms snaking tightly around my waist. Dan looked over at Blaze with an arched brow and the latter nodded in response.

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Dan was dressed and threw a hanging blazer at Blaze who was still lying down. Samson had also been waiting with a smile on his face as he counted how many cigarettes he had in his box.

"Jer, can I borrow your bike today?"

"Cigarette run?"

"Yeah," Samson confirmed, closing his cigarette box before shoving it back into the blazer pocket.

"Not a chance," Geraldt responded, his cheek pressed against my back as he spoke. I couldn't help but melt into his touch when I felt the vibration of his chest against me. He huffed, pinching my thigh. It took every nerve in my body to not let out a yelp but he knew I wanted to.

"Stop torturin' him," Samson said as he got up, dusting off the back of his pants. He looked over at Dan, before following to change his own clothes. Blaze eventually joined in dressing for the day. After what felt like an century, they were on their way to the homeroom. Each one greeted Geraldt in turn, with Samson kneeling close to whisper in my ear:

"Don't be silly, wrap your will-"

Samson sped away when Geraldt threatened to stand up and fight him. In that swift moment, he bounced me on his lap and I decided that was enough, dashing from his lap. He looked at me curiously before settling back into his chair.

"We'll head out to the office in a minute," he says murmured, snuggling into the chair as he waits for me to collect myself.