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

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

pervert-I repeat that mantra over

Oh my god.

They.

Are.

Ripped.

Jake’s voice comes out strange

you all

breathe while staring at his happy

down into

are low on his

ask. “You seem…

might be busy checking you out,” Mark teases, making

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

he is built. Did I enter

and Mark have such

been blind or too interested in Andrew to pay attention. But Andrew rejected me to pursue Caroline, and

twins.

don’t have time

laugh in surprise when

the goofy smile spreading over my lips. I’m unsure where to place my hands, but eventually, they wind up in Jake’s hair as he walks

forward.

something else. “Remember when we won that

fight?”

it was fun!”

memory.

Jake sounds nostalgic,

through his dark hair. He doesn’t mind.

shifting and bulging as he climbs the stairs. It sends shivers racing through me. Is it possible to get hot and bothered from being carried? Shit. I’ve

but I am now.

I’ve lied

on the edge of the bed, and immediately, 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 warm and

solid.

out it’s weird that I’m straddling him, but the words get lost in my mouth when his arms wrap

me. It speeds up my

hugged

felt like

not wanting it to

sooner

realize

had a

the hug

I can hear his heart’s hurried,

he let me stay like

say nothing, thinking it might make the moment

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

breathless. He moves in the bed, shifting his position to lie down,

moment later, I’m sandwiched between

unexpected butterflies swarm

I realize how intimate this is.

feel friendly at all. Both of them

Christ’s

to sound as confident, cherry, and playful as I usually do. ”

put on a

Jake murmurs, and I feel

my shirt as he

in and out.

Mark yawns and pulls me

pecs. He smells like wood and leather,

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.

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

this?”

are

down their sweatpants. Okay. I did NOT

guys drunk?” I blurt

an eyebrow.

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

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