Roxy and Ezra fucked up. They lied to me. Kept secrets. Ezra even drugged and kidnapped me.
But they did it out of love. At least that’s what they said.
The ache of betrayal is still there, but it’s quieter now. Replaced with something steadier. Resolve.
Maybe it didn’t start the way it should have. Maybe there were things that needed to be fixed, truths that still needed to be spoken. But love isn’t about perfection. It’s about choosing someone—again and again—despite their imperfections.
And I do love them.
I pat around the bed to find my phone, and once I have, I turn it on. One missed call from each of them, but I don’t bother with the voicemail. Instead, I send a text.
Me: I’m ready to talk. Your house Ezra. 9 am. Both of you cancel whatever plans.
Seconds later, a thumbs-up emoji appears from both of them. And maybe it’s because I’ve decided on a course of action that sleep claims me much sooner than I thought.
Chapter 32
Felicity
Theircarsarebothparked in the driveway when I arrive, and when I let myself in, they’re sitting in the living room, talking quietly. No hatred between them, no arguing. I clear my throat and their gaze darts to me.
Roxy shifts, angling her body toward me as I start to speak.
“What you did was wrong. The lies, the betrayal. I want to understand why you did it, but it’s hard. I know you think what you were doing was okay, but it wasn’t. But now we’re in a position where I’m in love with both of you. And you’re right, I can’t choose. I won’t.”
I move across the room, closer to them.
“I’m willing to try this if you are. But don’t ever lie to me again. If there’s anything else you need to say that you’ve been hiding, tell me now. Don’t let it come out later.”
“I want this, Felicity,” Ezra answers first. “I want you. If it means sharing, then I will. Mistakes may happen, tempers may flare, but know that it’s just going to take me some time to fully be okay. As far as secrets there are no more. Not for me.”
I shift my eyes to Roxy, waiting for her answer.
“I’m all in, baby. You know that. There will never be a secret that I keep from you again. Almost losing you over one is enough for me.”
Exhaling softly, I let myself finally be happy with my decision.
“Then we’re good, and there’s just one tiny detail left,” I say boldly, turning toward Ezra’s bedroom, and beckoning them to follow with my finger.
I flip the light on and move to the bed, and when I turn and sit down, Ezra is pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. “You said sometimes together. This is one of them.”
“You’re right,” he replies. “If we can’t play together nicely now, then we know it won’t work.”
Roxy kneels in front of me and leans in, her first touch barely a brush, a teasing caress along my stomach, the bare flesh visible from my shirt riding up. She leans in and kisses the side of my neck, slow and deliberate, while her fingers slip under the hem of my shirt.
“Let me,” she whispers.
I raise my arms as Roxy peels the fabric from my body. My breath hitches as the cool air hits my skin—instantly replaced by the feel of her hands along my side. “Lean forward,” she whispers in my ear, as her hands slip around my back, unhooking my bra.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Ezra stands at the foot of the bed, one knee on it, his eyes on me.
Roxy stands, her eyes watching me like a woman hungry. She grips her top, pulling it over her head and then discards her bra. I watch Ezra, but not once does he shift his gaze from me. It’s as if she doesn’t even exist.
Looking back over at Roxy, I notice she’s moving with an unhurried confidence, removing her pants until she’s standing before me bare, and all mine.
She climbs back on the bed beside me, kneeling over me, her hair cascading down around my face, giving a small sense of privacy.
“Can I?” she asks, her voice a velvet murmur.
