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Andrew kisses me while Liam works me apart piece by piece, one hand steady at the back of my neck, the other spread wide over my stomach like he can ground me through touch alone.

Ethan watches for a minute too long before he finally loses patience with himself and kisses me again, rougher now, one crack in the control finally leading to another.

“Fuck,” he mutters quietly when I make a sound against his mouth.

That one almost undoes me by itself.

Hands everywhere. Mouths everywhere. I stop tracking whose touch belongs to who after a while because they keep shifting around each other so naturally as I’m being surrounded completely.

Wanted from every direction.

Safe from every direction.

At one point it hits me all at once—everything about this, everything we almost lost—and I have to pull back long enough to breathe.

Andrew’s hand is immediately at my jaw. “Hey.”

“I’m okay.” Barely. I look at all three of them and my throat tightens anyway. “I was so scared I’d have to choose.”

Silence for half a second.

Then Ethan, quiet and absolute:

“You don’t.”

Liam presses a kiss against the inside of my knee. “Not happening.”

Andrew just shakes his head once like the idea itself is impossible.

Later, when we’re tangled together and nobody is talking, I notice Liam’s hand at my hip, the deliberate rise and fall of Andrew’s breathing, Ethan’s eyes closed for once. Actually still.

Liam presses a kiss to my temple. “You know what the deal doesn’t touch?” he says, half asleep.

“What.”

“This. Right here.” He pulls me closer. “This is already done.”

I close my eyes.

He’s right. Whatever happens tomorrow—it is.

Chapter forty-three

Chapter Forty-Three—Riley

Iwake up slowly, and I just lie there listening to them breathe.

No tension. No waiting for the next thing to break. Liam’s solid weight at my back, Andrew’s arm draped over my waist, Ethan’s steady breathing in front of me. The baby flutters, faint and familiar. I’m getting used to it.

I try to slip out and Liam’s arm locks around my waist before I’ve moved three inches.

“No,” he says, voice wrecked with sleep.

“I need to talk to Connor.”

“No,” he says, with more feeling this time.

“Liam.”