“Fast.” I slide out from between them. “Don’t try to distract me.”
Callum’s grin returns. “Not even a little distraction?”
“No.” I point at him. “Separate showers. Your rooms. Now.”
Callum stretches. “You know I love when you’re bossy.”
“I’m serious.” I walk toward the hallway. “We can’t be late.”
Silas kisses my temple as he passes. “We won’t be.”
I shower in my own bathroom, washing away the evidence of last night. My skin is sensitive everywhere. There are marks on my hips, my inner thighs, and at the base of my neck where Callum bit down.
I touch the spot and remember his teeth, his hands, and the weight of all three of them.
Not now. Focus.
I turn the water to cold.
When I get out, I dress in jeans and a sweater. Nothing that screamsI just had the best sex of my life with three men.
I sit on the edge of my bed and clasp my hands together to keep them from shaking.
Ben wants to talk. That’s good. Progress.
But what if he’s only asking us over to tell us he’s done? That he can’t forgive this? My lungs won’t expand properly.
A knock sounds at my door.
“Come in.”
Evan appears, and he’s ready to go for the day. “How are you feeling?”
“Nervous.”
He crosses to me and takes my hand. “He texted. That means he’s willing to hear us out.”
“What if hearing us out isn’t enough?”
“Then we keep trying.” He squeezes my fingers. “But I think he’ll listen. I think he already knows.”
“Knows what?”
“That you’re happy.” Evan tips my chin up and kisses me, not to distract me, to ground me.
Callum appears in the doorway next. “Car is ready.”
“Where is Silas?”
“He’s downstairs.” Callum’s grin is gone. “Let’s go.”
The drive to Ben’s takes twenty minutes. Nobody talks.
Silas drives, knuckles white on the wheel. Callum stares out the window. Evan sits beside me in the back.
I try to figure out what I’m going to say.
I’m sorry we lied.I didn’t mean for this to happen.
