“Please,” she whispers.
But then she’s between us, and neither of us moves. It’s like gravity’s given up, pulling us into the same orbit. Her breath hitches when Jamie brushes a strand of hair from her cheek.
“You drive me crazy,” he murmurs.
She closes her eyes. “Jamie…”
I don’t even remember moving until I’m behind her, close enough to feel her heartbeat. My hand finds her waist, hesitant, then firm when she doesn’t pull away.
“Have both of you gone insane?” she asks, her voice breaking.
“Probably,” I answer. “But tell me to stop.”
She doesn’t.
Jamie’s thumb traces her jaw, his voice rough. “You’re leaving anyway. What’s the harm in being honest?”
Her eyes flutter open. “Honest?”
He nods. “Yeah. About what this is.”
Her gaze shifts between us, her chest rising too fast. “I don’t even know whatthisis.”
“Then we’ll figure it out,” I say, my voice low against her ear. “Or not. But you don’t get to leave thinking it meant nothing.”
She turns, looking at me, then him, torn apart by something none of us can name.
23
Chloe
ThisisnothowI thought this night was going to go. Not even close, and now I’m standing between Jamie and Miles, my heart pounding like it’s trying to escape my chest.
My damp blonde hair clings to my neck under the hood of my hoodie, and I feel exposed even though I’m fully dressed. Their eyes on me—Jamie’s soft and pleading, Miles’s intense—it’s too much.
I should walk away.
I need to walk away. But my feet won’t move.
Miles’s gray eyes locking onto mine with that steady gaze that always unravels me. He cups my face gently, his thumb brushing my lower lip, and before I can protest, his mouth is on mine. Thekiss starts slow, tentative, like he’s testing the waters, but then it deepens, his tongue slipping past my lips to taste me.
I gasp into it, my hands fisting the front of his shirt. He tastes like whiskey and regret, and it sends a shiver down my spine. This isn’t right. This can’t be happening. But God, it feels like everything I’ve been holding back.
Jamie presses in from the side, his blonde hair falling into his eyes as he watches us for a beat, hunger flickering across his face.
“You like that, baby?” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, like he’s savoring the sight.
I pull back from Miles just enough to catch a breath, my cheeks burning, but he doesn’t let me go far. His hand slides to the back of my neck, holding me there as Jamie leans in, capturing my mouth next. Jamie’s kiss is different—hungrier, more insistent, his teeth grazing my lip until I whimper.
They’re sandwiching me now, bodies close on either side, heat radiating through my clothes.
Miles’s hand trails down my back, firm and possessive, while Jamie’s fingers tangle in my damp hair, tugging just enough to make me arch.
“Tell us what you want, Chloe,” Miles whispers against my ear, his breath hot. “We can make you feel so good tonight. Memories to take with you.”
His words hit me like a punch—memories. That’s all this can be. One night to burn into my brain before I leave for good.
“I... I don’t know,” I breathe, but it’s a lie. My body’s screaming for it, thighs pressing together as arousal pools low in my belly. I’ve never done this—never even imagined a threesome—but they’ve done it before, I can tell from the way they move in sync, like they know exactly how to share.
