Soft, golden light poured in through the cracked blinds, cutting quiet lines across the rumpled sheets. I stirred slowly, limbs tangled in something—no, someone.
Two someones.
Ari was on one side of me, arm slung possessively across my waist, his chest pressed to my back. His breath was slow and steady, warm against my neck. Jeremy was on the other, facing me, his hand curled lightly around mine like he’d fallen asleep mid-reach.
They surrounded me.
Like a secret.
Like a storm that had finally gone still.
I didn’t open my eyes at first. I just lay there, soaking in the weight of their bodies, the scent of sweat and skin still clinging to the air. My muscles ached in the best way. My lips were sore. My heart—somehow—was calm.
Then I felt movement.
Jeremy shifted closer, nudging my nose with his. “You awake, pretty girl?”
I cracked one eye open. He was already staring at me.
Smiling.
“Barely,” I croaked.
Ari grunted behind me, his voice still rough with sleep. “You look good like this.”
“Like what?” I whispered.
“Wrecked.”
Jeremy chuckled and brushed his thumb across my cheek. “You’ve never looked more beautiful.”
Heat crept up my face.
“Stop,” I mumbled, but I didn’t mean it.
Ari kissed my shoulder. Just once. Just soft enough to make my breath catch.
Jeremy leaned forward and kissed my forehead.
“You hungry?” he asked.
“For food or for more of last night?” I teased.
Ari bit back a smirk. “You can have both.”
I laughed, burying my face into the pillow for a second, trying to hide the grin I couldn’t stop.
Then I pushed myself up, blankets sliding down. Both of their eyes dropped as my skin reappeared with the light.
Jeremy didn’t hide the way he looked at me. Ari didn’t either.
And somehow, it wasn’t awkward.
It felt... real.
We sat there in the stillness for a minute more, wrapped in the haze of a night that changed everything.
And none of us wanted to move just yet.
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Eventually, I stretched, letting the sheet fall a little farther just to watch their reactions.
Jeremy groaned softly. “You’re evil.”
“She knows exactly what she’s doing,” Ari muttered, dragging a hand down his face, then smirking. “And I’m not complaining.”
“Shower?” I offered, eyebrow raised.
Jeremy raised his. “Together?”
I stood, walking slowly toward the bathroom without grabbing a stitch of clothing. “Unless you’d rather I go alone.”
Ari sat up, already smirking. “Like hell you are.”
I stepped into the bathroom and leaned over the tub, twisting the knobs, letting the water warm up. Steam started to rise, fogging the mirror.
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Fire Burning
Storie d'amore♡~The depth of love can be the depth of sorrow~♡ Some fires never die. They just move from house to heart. Emery's father was a hero once-a firefighter with a heart full of courage. But that was before the drinking. Before the bruises. Before her mo...
