Chapter 42

Winnie

“I should probably head home,” I mumble in a tired voice. It’s already dark, and I can barely keep my eyes open. “I can come over tomorrow if you want me to, though.”

“Or you can stay the night,” Mark suggests. His arm brushes against my cheek as he

moves to turn off the TV.

Damn it.

Why is he sitting so close?

I’ve been holding back from leaning against him for the past hour. It would be nice since I’m tired, and he is RIGHT there, but he is

also shirtless for some reason.

It’s kind of making me keep my distance…

“Mhm, it would be nice if you stayed over,”

Jake says from the other side of the couch.

“Agreed,” Mark peers down at me. Unlike

Tobias, the twins are blue-eyed and have darker hair. “We could have a sleepover party, like one of those we used to have in

the past.”

“Sleepover party?” I repeat those words and glance between Mark and Jake in confusion. “You do realize we aren’t kids anymore, right? It would be weird if I stayed over!”

“Only if you made it weird,” Mark shrugs.

“Well…” maybe he is right? “I suppose I could take the guestroom.”

“Great,” Mark says. “We are also staying in the guest room since it’s the largest bed in

the house.”

Do the twins share a bed? Hot. But that isn’t

the point! “Oh, then I take the couch, I guess?”

“Nonsense,” Mark smiles at me. “You

should be sharing the bed with us. It’s more

comfortable than the couch.”

A short, unexpected laugh bursts from me.”

You’re both grown-ass men, and I’m a

woman!”

“And?” Jake grunts. He is blinking as if he is

failing to see the problem. “I don’t

understand the issue.”

“I don’t see the issue here either,” Mark

thoughtfully scratches himself under his

chin. “We are childhood friends, and it’s not

like you think of us as attractive or anything, right?”

I gulp but try not to let it show. The truth is that I’ve never thought of Mark and Jake as sexy, but it seems my body has decided to see them in a different light tonight.

They are both fine men. Tanned from the sun, and muscles for days. They are both drool-worthy, and something dark is gleaming in their eyes-something that looks like heat. It takes my breath away.

Surely I must be imagining it.

There is no way Mark and Jake want me. Yet they look at me like they want to slide their hands over my hot skin and kiss every inch of my body. My body hums at the thought, and the buzz grows louder the longer we

remain motionless.

against my ribcage. “I suppose one last sleepover would be nice, but it

exchange a look, and then they both stand up from the couch. I try not to stare at their abs. I’m not

that mantra

Oh my god.

They.

Are.

Ripped.

voice comes

you all

staring

leads down into his sweat pants

on his hips.

ask. “You seem… weird.

busy checking you out,” Mark teases, making me blink

Mark instead, about to quip back at him, but my comeback never

built. Did I

noticed Jake and Mark have such beautiful bodies before? I must

blind or too interested in Andrew to pay attention. But Andrew rejected me to

twins.

time to stay here all

shriek, then laugh in surprise

unsure where to place my

forward.

question, Jake says something else. “Remember when we won that chicken

fight?”

it was fun!” I smile at

memory.

Jake

fingers through

the stairs. It sends shivers racing through me. Is it possible to get hot and bothered from being

but I

lose my v-card. My friends all think I’ve already done it. Why? Because I’ve lied to some of them, said I’ve had sex, but in reality? I’ve never even touched a dick.

of strong hands-Mark. He is kneeling in the bed and takes me

solid.

probably point out it’s weird that I’m straddling him, but the words get lost

It speeds up

hugged many

never felt like this.

wanting it to be

will sooner or later

I realize this

if they had a respective

Yet I don’t want the

is pressed to Mark’s chest, and I can hear his heart’s hurried,

let me

make the moment last, and then I shudder

the part. “You’re wearing a

from me. The way Jake is stroking me is leaving me breathless. He moves in the bed, shifting his position to lie

I’m

and unexpected butterflies

realize how intimate

feel friendly at all. Both of

for Christ’s

confident, cherry, and playful as I

we put on

murmurs,

warm breath hit my shirt

in and out.

Mark yawns and

pecs. He smells like

I like this proximity, and I can’t help but reach out and touch Mark’s hip. His muscles flex and tense under my touch, yet I’m not called out, nor does he remove my hand. Oh

stifle a laugh when Jake bumps

this?”

are wearing

sweatpants. Okay. I did

you guys drunk?”

Mark lifts an eyebrow. “Why?”

his chest. There is a slight color on his cheeks. “I’m trying to stay away from calories… for some reason, I put on pounds so easily… it’s embarrassing.”

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