Evan touches my shoulder. “Hey.”
I face him.
“Don’t let him ruin this.” His mouth curves. “He’s an idiot, but that doesn’t mean we have to be.”
Callum tugs me closer. “He’ll come around, eventually.”
“Maybe he won’t.”
“He’ll regret it.” Callum’s grin returns. “But right now? We’re not thinking about Silas.”
“No?”
“No.” He bends close, with his mouth at my ear. “We’re thinking about you.”
My skin goes hot.
Evan’s hand slides to my waist. “Upstairs?”
I agree. They lead me toward the stairs, and I don’t look back.
Silas made his choice. Now I’m making mine.
CHAPTER 12
Tania
The door closes behind us. We’re standing in my bedroom—all three of us. Evan and Callum are watching me.
“So what do you want?” Evan asks.
My brain spins. This is both of them at the same time.
My eyes land on the silk sleep mask on my dresser.
I get an idea. “I want to try something.”
I cross to the dresser, pick up the mask, and turn back to face them.
“Blindfold me.”
Both men go completely still.
Callum’s grin spreads, slow and wicked. “Fuck yes.”
Evan’s eyes darken. “You sure, Wifey?”
“Yes.”
I want to focus on feeling. Not thinking, not analyzing who’s doing what, or whether I’m doing this right.
I sit on the edge of my bed, and Evan comes to me first.
He takes the mask from my hands. “Tell me if it’s too tight.”
He slides it over my eyes. The silk is cool against my skin. He adjusts it, checking the fit. Then his fingers brush my temple.
“Good?”
