“Thank you,” she murmurs, snuggling into me. “And while you’re in such a good mood, I need to talk about something that might upset you.”
My body stiffens. It’s a natural reaction to bad news, but I can’t speak.
“Um,” she says, her eyes downcast, “Roman knows.”
Logan quirks a brow. “Knows what?”
“About us. That I’m dating both of you.”
“What?” I heave out a breath. “How did he?—”
“He saw me kissing you, and then he saw me kissing Logan—and he saw the three of us talking afterward like it wasn’t a big deal.”
“How did you find out he knows? Did he just ask you outright?” Logan asks, his brows pulled together.
“Yeah, but that’s how he and I are. Straightforward. It’s probably related to our cultural background. He was being kinda nosy, but we’re good friends, so I can’t be mad.” She shrugs. “And he promised not to say anything to anyone.”
Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I assess Logan. “Now I understand why he was staring at us that day in the locker room.”
“He probably thinks we’re crazy,” Logan muses, threading his fingers through his hair.
Rather than be upset, I can’t help but be grateful for what we have. “Or that we’re lucky to have a girl like Yana.”
The alarm I set so we wouldn’t miss the ball drop goes off. Once I’ve silenced it, I grab the remote and switch to the live stream in Times Square.
“The countdown, huh?” Yana leans away to look at me.
I grin. “I’ve always loved the tradition of kissing someone at midnight.”
“Kissing the girl he’s head over heels for can make a guy’s whole year.” Logan moves closer.
Smiling, Yana sits up between us. Logan takes her hand in his as I snake my arm around her waist.
“Three,” I say.
“Two,” Logan continues, along with the host.
“One,” Yana whispers.
She kisses Logan first, soft and sweet like it always is. Then she turns to me and kisses me like she means to set me on fire.
And she does. I’m ablaze, full of need. So I scoop her into my arms and carry her straight to my bedroom on the second floor.
Logan shuts the door behind us as I set her on her feet and take a step back. With her between us like this, it’s like we’re circling her, hunting her.
Logan unzips her dress, and I help her pull it over her head. While he unclasps her bra and tosses it on the floor, I push her panties down. She laughs breathlessly as I crouch in front of her so she can step out of them.
“Two against one.” She clutches my shirt and tugs me closer. “It’s not fair.”
“It’s all about teamwork.” Logan loops an arm around her waist from behind and kisses her shoulder.
“And about doing everything we can for you,” I tell her, holding her gaze as she unbuttons my shirt.
In response to that comment, a devilish glint flares in her eyes, and she takes a step back from me.
I arch an eyebrow and reach for her.
“If you’re set on doing everything you can for me…” She skirts around me, moving so that she steps out of Logan’s hold too. “How about you strip for me? Both of you.”
