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

stand up from the couch. I try not to stare at their abs.

a pervert-I repeat that mantra over and over again, but—

Oh my god.

They.

Are.

Ripped.

comes

“Are you all

while staring at his

into

are low on

Jake ask. “You seem… weird.

you out,” Mark teases, making me blink

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

built. Did I enter a porno or something?!

noticed Jake and Mark

blind or too interested in Andrew to pay attention. But Andrew rejected me to pursue Caroline, and now I’m SEEING

twins.

time

then laugh in surprise when I’m lifted onto his

help the goofy smile spreading over my lips. I’m unsure where to place

forward.

something else. “Remember when we won

fight?”

yeah, it was fun!” I smile at

memory.

sure was…..” Jake sounds nostalgic, and

my fingers through his dark hair. He doesn’t

sends shivers racing through me. Is it possible to get hot and bothered from being carried? Shit. I’ve never

I am now.

wish to 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

off him by a pair of

solid.

the words get lost in my mouth when

me, holding me. It speeds

have hugged

never felt like

not wanting

Jake will sooner or

I realize this would be

if they had

want the hug to

and I can hear his heart’s hurried, rhythmic

let me

make the moment last, and then I shudder when

my back, joining the part. “You’re wearing a lot of clothes…”

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

I’m sandwiched

and unexpected butterflies

I realize how intimate this

at all.

Christ’s sake!

sound as confident, cherry, and

on

pretty tired…” Jake murmurs, and I

hit my shirt

in and out.

Mark yawns and pulls me closer.

cleft between his pecs. He smells like wood and leather, and the scent is

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

stifle a laugh when Jake

this?”

are

sweatpants. Okay. I did NOT expect that to happen. Just what the heck is

drunk?”

lifts an

his cheeks. “I’m trying to stay away from calories… for some reason, I put

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