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.

is slamming against my ribcage. “I suppose one last sleepover would

stand up from the couch. I try not to stare at their abs. I’m not a pervert, I’m

that mantra over and over

Oh my god.

They.

Are.

Ripped.

voice comes out strange

you

staring at his happy

leads down into

are low on his

sure?” Jake ask.

you out,” Mark teases, making me blink away from

quip back at him, but my comeback never comes. Instead,

built. Did I enter a porno or

and Mark have such

Andrew to pay attention. But Andrew rejected me to pursue Caroline, and now I’m SEEING

twins.

time to stay

Jake bends down, and I shriek, then laugh in surprise

my lips. I’m unsure where to place my

forward.

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

fight?”

was fun!” I smile at the

memory.

Jake sounds

I brush my fingers through his dark

racing through me. Is it possible to get hot

I am

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 had sex,

lifted off him by a pair of strong hands-Mark. He is

solid.

but the words get lost in my mouth when

It speeds up

We have hugged many times

felt like

weird for not wanting it to be

sooner or

I realize

they had a

want the hug

pressed to Mark’s chest, and I can hear

let me stay

thinking it might make the moment last, and then I shudder when

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

is stroking me is leaving me breathless. He moves in the bed, shifting his position to lie down,

later, I’m

unexpected butterflies swarm me

I realize how intimate this

feel friendly at all.

for Christ’s sake!

as confident, cherry, and playful as I

we put on

tired…” Jake murmurs, and I

hit my

in and out.

yawns and pulls

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

flex and tense under my touch, yet I’m not called out, nor does he remove my hand. Oh boy, is he really

me, and I stifle a laugh when Jake bumps me with his nose. “You really gonna sleep in

this?”

are wearing

I stare when they both sit up to pull down their sweatpants. Okay. I did

drunk?”

Mark lifts an

his hand on his chest. There is a slight color on his cheeks. “I’m trying to stay away from calories… for some

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