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.

my heart is slamming against my ribcage. “I suppose one last sleepover would be nice,

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

mantra over and

Oh my god.

They.

Are.

Ripped.

comes out strange

“Are you all

breathe while staring at

leads down into his sweat

low on his hips.

Jake ask. “You seem… weird.

out,” Mark teases, making me blink away from Jake.

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

Did I enter a porno or

and Mark have such beautiful bodies before?

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

twins.

don’t have time

laugh

I’m unsure where to place my

forward.

question, Jake says something else.

fight?”

it was fun!” I smile

memory.

was…..” Jake sounds nostalgic, and

my fingers through his

through me. Is it possible

but I am now.

done it. Why? Because I’ve lied to some of them, said I’ve had sex,

edge of the bed, and immediately, I’m lifted off him by a pair of strong hands-Mark. He is kneeling

solid.

him, but the words get lost

me, holding me. It speeds up

We have hugged many

felt

weird for not wanting

and Jake will sooner or later find

and I realize

if they had a

I don’t want the

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

long will he let me stay

might make the

the part. “You’re

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

later, I’m sandwiched

unexpected butterflies swarm me

intimate this is. It

all. Both of

for Christ’s sake!

cherry, and playful as I usually

we put on a movie?”

pretty tired…” Jake murmurs,

hit my shirt

in and out.

and

nose gets buried in the cleft between his pecs. He smells like wood and leather, and the

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

laugh when

this?”

guys are wearing sweatpants!”

I stare when they both sit up to pull down their sweatpants. Okay. I did NOT expect that to happen.

guys drunk?” I blurt

an eyebrow.

on his chest. There is a slight color on his cheeks. “I’m

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