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And then we're all bare and tangled and the laughter dies down into something else. Something warmer. Quieter.

This is ridiculous.How did this become my life?

I love it. I love every stupid second of it.

"Okay." Reid props himself up on one elbow, looking down at me. His hair is a disaster. His eyes are dark. He's smiling. "How do you want us?"

The question sends a jolt straight through me.

How do I want them?

I want to stop thinking. I want to feel both of you at once. I want to know what it's like to be the center of something..

"Like this," I say. "Both of you. Touching me."

Blake makes a sound. Reid's smile sharpens.

"We can do that," Reid says.

They move together—not choreographed, but close. Like they've thought about this. Like they've maybe talked about it when I wasn't around.

Oh. That's... actually really hot.

Blake's hand slides down my stomach. Lower. And I gasp against his mouth because?—.

"Oh my God."

"Good? Or bad?"

"Good, Blake, obviously?—"

His fingers trace my inner thigh. Teasing. Not touching where I want him.

"Blake."

"Hmm?"

"Don't be an asshole."

"I'm not being an asshole. I'm taking my time."

"Well,stop."

Blake huffs a laugh against my collarbone. "Always so bossy."

"Yep," Reid says. "It's one of my favorite things about her."

They're talking about me like I'm not here, and I should be annoyed, but Reid finally touches me properly and I stop caring about anything except?—

"Oh."

"There she goes," Reid murmurs.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

I grab his face and kiss him, hard, and he laughs into my mouth.Blake's fingers join Reid's—or maybe replace them, I can't tell anymore—and I'm caught between them, drowning in the best way.