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He already has his mind made up that we’re all going to be a happy unit. But how will this even work?

Won’t jealousy win?

Does she even want us all like that?

My eyes flick down to Cinnamon, watching as she sleeps peacefully.

My heart warms as she curls up closer to me, and I just continue staring at her, terrified to break the serenity of this moment, of the relaxed silence.

I don’t expect to fall asleep. To be comfortable enough to, but before I know it, I do just that.

And it isn’t until unconsciousness has me in its hand, dragging me under, that the thought circulates.

I have never slept next to a woman before. Especially not in a room with other men.

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Cinnamon

Jolting into existence is harsher than it ought to be. My body aches. My head screams.

My mind is a foggy painful mess of misty sulfuric acid.

“You’re okay,” Orzo murmurs and my head turns to the noise.

He sits on the floor next to me, his head resting on his hands on the bed as he watches me.

Snoring interrupts my confusion, and I roll over to find Reuben twitching next to me. A scan of the room confirms I am in Orzo’s bed and… There’s Kale, leaning back against the door, his eyes shut.

Beanie is snoring in his lap, his hand on her back as if he fell asleep petting her.

“I think I’ll need to get us a bigger bed. I don’t especially want to share with them, but if we’re not touching it should be fine,” Orzo comments, and I turn back over to him.

He’s closer to my face now, leaning forward. He tucks a wild strand of hair behind my ear and offers my cheek a chaste kiss.

But I am still bewildered. Entirely confused.

“I think you need driving lessons,” he advises. His thumb strokes a particularly sore spot on my forehead.

I wince, not in pain but at his words. “I’m just bad luck.” The statement falls between us, bounces on the mattress a few times, and lands in front of him.

He tsks, slapping it away. “No, you just don’t know how to drive. I have watched you behind the wheel, and it is a terrifying sight to behold.”

Sitting up carefully, I wheeze a bit at the influx of pain in my ribs. “I flipped Kale’s car.” I test the memory out on my lips.

Orzo smirks. He stands, stretching out his long limbs before moving to the small space on the edge of the bed next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

His touch is warm, wanted. A reminder of the insanity of earlier.

He kisses the top of my head. “It was too crowded up here to sleep. I imagine a custom bed will work best.”

“What are you—” I crank my head up at him. “What now?”

“Now, we all become your boyfriends. Is three enough, or will I need to help find you more?”

“I—What?”