“Because of the way it makes your legs look.” He winked.
Heat crept up my neck as I took the glass he offered.
We settled onto the sofa—Kai and Landon on either side of me, their legs pressed against mine. Kai draped his arm across my shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. Thanks to the body heat from the twins, I rarely bothered with a blanket anymore.
Asher was in his usual armchair, feet propped on the coffee table, looking more relaxed than I’d seen him in days.
Landon put on music from his phone—instrumental versions of Christmas carols, soft and unobtrusive.
I sipped the champagne, enjoying the way the bubbles tickled my nose. But I enjoyed even more the muscled, masculine presence on either side of me, the weight of Kai’s arm, the firm press of Landon’s thigh against mine.
Landon had his hand resting on his lap, his fingers loose against his faded black jeans. On impulse, I reached over and took it, squeezing gently like I had in the solarium.
“You okay?” I asked him.
“Never better,” he said, but it sounded automatic.
I wondered if he really used to be as animated and cheerful as Kai. I couldn’t quite picture it, but someday I hoped I’d find out.
“So,” Kai said, his fingers playing with a strand of my hair that had escaped my bun. “Truth or dare?”
“We already did fuck, marry, kill,” Asher pointed out. “A middle-school game’s a bit tame after that.”
“We could play twenty questions, and I’ll try to guess what you’re thinking,” I suggested.
“Everyone knows what he’s thinking,” Asher said, and my face flushed because he likely had a point.
“What can I say? I’m an uncomplicated guy with simple pleasures.” Kai turned to me. “But maybe we have more in common than you think. What’s your favorite position?”
I nearly choked on my champagne.
“For sleeping,” Kai added innocently. “Why, what did you think I meant?”
Landon snorted. “You’re full of shit.”
“I’m just making conversation.” Kai’s hand slid from my hair to my shoulder, his thumb tracing small circles. “Keeping things interesting.”
The champagne was making me warm and loose, and sitting between them like this—their masculine energy, their heat, their hard bodies—it was doing things to me. Everything felt charged. Electric.
It all just bubbled up inside me. I was twenty-two years old, and I didn’t have a favorite position for sex. I didn’t even know that many besides the basic ones. How could I go out in the real world with my knowledge completely lacking in such an important aspect of adulthood?
“I need lessons,” I blurted out.
It came out louder than I’d expected, and they all stopped talking and looked at me.
“Ski lessons?” Landon said carefully. “I thought you hated them.”
“How could you possibly hate them if I’m the instructor?” Kai cut in.
I took a deep breath. “Well, let’s test that theory. Because it’s not lessons about skiing that I want.”
“Cooking?” Asher suggested.
“No. Not that either.”
“Then what’s left?” Landon asked.
I drained the rest of my champagne in one gulp and set the glass down on the coffee table with more force than necessary.
