Just like them, I was all in.
And for the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t scared.
Not of them.
Not of myself.
Not of my decisions or of what tomorrow would bring.
Not of the possession that I felt when they looked at me.
This was what I wanted.
It was vastly different than anything I'd ever known.
It was…
Perfect.
Rhys
I had never seen Wolfe like this.
Well, not when he wasn’t engaged in a knock-down drag-out, anyhow.
He was practically vibrating.
Wolfe ripped his mouth from mine, then gripped my head, holding me tightly, our eyes locked.
“Tell me,” Wolfe demanded.
I stared back, swallowing past the lump in my throat.
“Fuckin’ tell me,” Wolfe growled. “I want to hear it.” He shook his head. “No. I need to hear it.”
I knew exactly what he wanted to hear. And if I was honest with myself, the words were burning my tongue, desperate to get out. But I held myself back.
Fear gripped me.
Fear of what this would mean for me.
My entire life could be flipped upside down by admitting that I loved these two. Hell, admitting that I loved Wolfe alone could pull the rug right out from underneath me.
Could I do it?
Could I risk everything I'd worked so hard for?
For a chance at a life I'd always dreamed of, a love I'd never thought I would find?
“Fuck,” I grumbled as my heart pinched tightly, my abs contracting as a wave of emotion ripped through me, stealing my breath.
“No?” There was a sadness in Wolfe’s eyes, one that said he could read my mind, knew the war I'd waged with myself.
“You can’t say it?”
I didn’t move.
“Because it’s not true?” Wolfe questioned. “Or because you’re fuckin’ scared?”
