We kiss again. Deeper.
“We should go to—” I start.
“Yeah. We should.”
He stands and carries me down the hall. He kicks Callum’s door open and then he kicks Zephyr’s. Then we walk to his bedroom with the biggest bed.
Zephyr looks up from his laptop. “What’s happening?”
Callum appears in the doorway. “Did I miss something?”
Jax sets me on the bed. All three of them surrounding me.
“You sure?” Zephyr asks. “Your mom—”
“Has Zinnia for the day. We have time.”
“Good.”
What happens next is slow. Deliberate. Full of love instead of just need.
Jax kisses me first. He takes his time, making me feel everything.
Then Callum. He’s playful but tender, making me laugh between kisses.
Then Zephyr. Gentle. Careful. Like I’m something precious.
They work together. Touch me. Hold me. Love me.
And when we finally come together—all of us tangled and breathless and complete—I feel it.
This is home. This is family. This is love.
Not the kind I grew up with. Not the kind that hurts or controls or demands.
The kind that chooses. That fights. That stays.
“I love this,” I say.
Callum looks up. Zephyr does too.
“I love you too,” Callum says, looking at me with a softness I’ve never seen before.
“I love you,” Zephyr says, kissing my hand
I smile at them.
Jax watches me with a tiny smile on his lips.
This is better than anything I could have imagined.
Because I chose this. Chose them. Chose myself.
And they chose me back.
All three of them.
Equally. Completely. Forever.
