Pezzy didnt understand what compelled him to feel so confident as he walked downstairs. You had the entire basement to yourself, a finished bedroom, an office, a bathroom, and a living room. As a woman, the boys had decided it would be good for you to have your own privacy. You were their editor, and in return, you lived with them.

Pezzy poked his head through the doorway of your office, the gentle purple glow of the lights behind your pc made you look like a goddess to him.

"Hey."