Erica's POV
I drag the suitcase out of my room and down the hall bang on the door to Ace's room. The three brothers answer the door and they all have sheepish looks on their faces. They are standing before me in matching gray sweatpants with their torsos on full display. Each one of them chiseled and sculpted to perfection.
As I said there gawking at them, I notice that they all have a tattoo on their chest right above their hearts. Ace's is the number 1, Bryce's is the number 2, and, of course, Chris's is the number 3. I chuckle at the inside joke and I almost forget the reason that I have stormed all the way over here. Ace opens his mouth to speak but I hold my fingers up to his mouth and try to ignore the feel of his lips under my fingertips and the way it makes my heart race.
