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.

suppose one last sleepover would be nice, but it will be

both stand up from the couch. I try

mantra over and over again, but—

Oh my god.

They.

Are.

Ripped.

voice comes out

you all right?”

breathe while staring at his

down into

are low on his

sure?” Jake ask. “You seem… weird.

out,” Mark teases, making

instead, about to quip back at him, but my comeback never comes. Instead, I’m busy staring at his

is built. Did I

have I never noticed Jake and Mark

in Andrew to pay attention. But Andrew rejected me to pursue Caroline,

twins.

time

and I shriek, then laugh in surprise

doing?” I can’t help the goofy smile spreading over my lips. I’m unsure where to place my hands, but eventually, they wind up in Jake’s hair

forward.

says something else. “Remember when we won that

fight?”

fun!” I smile at the

memory.

sure was…..” Jake

brush my fingers through his dark hair. He doesn’t mind.

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

but I am

Because I’ve lied to some of

I’m lifted off him by a pair of strong hands-Mark. He is kneeling in the bed and takes me to his lap. He is

solid.

I’m straddling him, but the words get lost in my mouth when his

It speeds up my

hugged many times

never felt like

not wanting

sooner or

I realize this would

if they had

want the

chest, and I can hear

long will he let me stay like

might make the moment last, and then

the part. “You’re wearing a lot of

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

moment later, I’m sandwiched between

unexpected butterflies

I realize how intimate this

feel friendly at all.

for Christ’s sake!

cherry, and playful as I usually

on

Jake murmurs, and

my shirt as he breathes

in and out.

Mark yawns and pulls

pecs. He

my lips. 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 boy, is he really giving me permission to

passes through me, and I stifle a laugh when Jake bumps me with his nose. “You really

this?”

guys are wearing

chuckle, and I stare when they both sit up to pull down their sweatpants. Okay.

you guys drunk?” I

an

There is a slight color on his cheeks.

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