I reach for his hand, my fingers brushing against his wrist. Asher stares down at my hand on his wrist, the tension in his body unreadable. A muscle ticks in his jaw.
Zane watches from his seat, quiet but present, his fingers drumming lightly against his whiskey glass. He’s letting me take the lead, letting mechoose. But that’s the problem—I don’t want to choose. Not between them. Not between any of them.
Asher exhales, running a hand through his hair. “Mia,” he says finally, voice rough. “This—whatever this is—you have to know how messy it’s going to get.”
I hold his gaze. “It already is.”
His lips twitch, like he wants to smirk but can’t quite get there. “Fair point.” His eyes flick to Zane, then back to me. “And Damon?”
I swallow, my fingers tightening against his wrist. “I talked to him.”
Zane lets out a dry chuckle. “And?”
I sigh. “And he didn’t exactly shut the door on it.”
Asher lets out a slow breath, stepping closer. “So what, you think we can just—what? Share you?” There’s something dark in his voice, something he’s trying to suppress.
I lift my chin. “I don’tthinkanything. I just know that I don’t want to pretend anymore. Not with you, not with Zane, not with Damon.” My heart pounds as I force myself to keep going. “I don’t know how it works, or if it even can. But I do know that I feel something for all of you. And I think—” I take a shaky breath. “I think you feel something for me, too.”
Asher stares at me, his blue eyes dark and unreadable. Zane shifts in his seat, rubbing his jaw, clearly deep in thought.
Asher’s arm tenses under my grip, his whole body rigid like he’s fighting himself. His jaw clenches as he looks down at me, then at Zane, then back at me.
“Don’t tell me you guys never had a threesome before,” I say.
Zane and Asher exchange a glance. “That’s not the point,” Zane says.
“He’s right. It’s different this time. You’re different,” Asher says. He doesn’t say it out loud, but I can feel it. He cares about me.
“I’ll go walk the perimeter,” Asher says, trying to shake my grip off him.
“Please just stay,” I urge. “I want you both, please. At least consider it.”
“You think this is a game, Mia?” Asher’s voice is rough, edged with something I can’t quite place.
I arch a brow, my fingers tracing up Asher’s forearm while holding Zane. “No, I think it’s an opportunity. And I think you’re both scared.”
Zane huffs out a breath, running a hand down his face. “This isn’t about fear, Mia.”
“Isn’t it?" I challenge, stepping closer. “What are you afraid of? That you’ll like it?”
Asher’s nostrils flare, his hands flexing at his sides. “I’m leaving.”
“Exactly,” I say softly. “So what’s stopping you from taking what you want while you’re still here?”
Zane exhales sharply behind me. Asher curses under his breath.
“Fuck,” Asher mutters, shaking his head. “This is a terrible idea.”
“Maybe.” I press my body against Zane’s, feeling the heat of him through his clothes. “But you want it, anyway.”
Zane’s fingers twitch on my waist. “Mia...”
“Stay,” I whisper, looking between them. “Staytonight.”
Zane’s throat bobs. Asher exhales through his nose, his eyes dark.
“One night,” Asher growls. He doesn’t move, but when I turn to face him, his hands slide up my arms, over my shoulders, finally threading into my hair.
