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Pulling herself from her thoughts, she scanned the spines of the section before her. They might be marked as History, but the information in the section ranged from mathematics, to scientific history, race cars, the Eiffel tower, and even the history of fast food. Maya chuckled at the random collection, but eventually came across several books about Egyptian history.

Bingo.

Maya had just opened the third from her stack of books when the men found her. Their voices carried, reaching her before they did, and she was privy to what should have been a private discussion. Asher’s voice was hushed as he spoke, but she heard the incredulity in his tone. “...hell does that mean?”

A long silence ensued, and she heard not even their footsteps, but when he spoke, Amir sounded closer. “Asher… I mean, I get it. Those days are behind you. I’m just saying… habits will always be habits. Make sure you don’t hurt her.”

Maya’s brows drew low in confusion. Were they talking about her?

A low growl sounded in response. “Habits? Low blow, man. I thought we talked about this.Yeah, it was shitty, but…I regret every moment of it. What if she won’t want me after she finds out?” Maya could hear what she thought was… fear in his voice. Maybe anxiety?

Amir sighed. “Honestly, Asher, just don’t be a dick. It’s been fifteen years. Yeah, we talked about it, but now that you have the opportunity to act... just, make sure you’re sure about this. Why would waiting a little longer be a big deal? Why are you asking me anyway? Do you need me to wipe your ass, too?”

“Dude, really? And waiting? Have you seen her?”

A commotion sounded, a flurry of thuds and angrily spoken words, too low for Maya to recognize anything but the cadence of their voices.

Maya, still flushed at the secret compliment, tried to look busy as they came through the doors, burying herself in a book.

They walked into the library silent, apparently finished with their debate. Maya wouldn’t have known they’d arrived if she hadn’t been facing the doorway, they walked that stealthily. Her cheeks heated as she caught sight of them, as if they’d all know what she did with Asher.

They’d obviously found the wardrobe, because they were all sporting real clothes instead of sweatpants and t-shirts. It was as if Maya was finally getting a glimpse at their personalities through their style choices.

August had donned a dark gray, thin sweater and black pants, boots, and rings. Maya’s mouth went dry at the ease with which just his appearance turned her on. He had 6 rings; his left hand decorated on his middle, first and thumb finger. On his right hand, two more rings sat on his middle finger and one adorned his ring finger. It appeared he’d found the kitchen as well, because he carried a mug of coffee with him, the metal clinking against the side as he adjusted his grip on the handle. As they approached, she couldn’t find her voice until they were seated around her, picking through the books she’d discovered.

“Well, Hermione, did you find enough books?” August teased.

“Have you all finally assuaged your curiosity?” she smarted off, referring to the time it’d taken them to explore while she studied.

“I don’t know, have you?” Asher’s teasing struck a chord, and she blushed furiously, a flash of his shower show echoing in her mind.

Turning her gaze to the words on the page in front of her, she swallowed down the embarrassment. The others were definitely a sight to behold, even Asher, who she now realized she preferred naked. He sported a black tank, showing off his muscled arms, and jeans with boots to match. He also wore rings, three on his right hand and one on his left middle finger.

Amir dressed the most casual of them, sporting a white tee and jeans that made his ass look downright sinful. Maya noticed this when he sauntered over to the shelves, a slow whistle sounding as he looked all the way up to the ceiling.

“What’d you find here?” August interrupted her study of Amir’s ass and pulled her attention back to the history book.

“It’s on ancient Egypt. Mostly factual stuff though, things they teach you in school. There’s not a whole of lot of helpful information here. I’ll keep searching.” Maya closed the book with a sigh and leaned back. August and Asher both took the two remaining books from the pile and began browsing, so she decided to go on the hunt for more knowledge.

God knows we need it right now.

Maya stood, throwing her arms up and stretching, a groan tumbling from her throat when her back popped. A cold draft of air tickled the skin bared around her midriff, the kiss of air on her heated flesh raising goosebumps on the exposed skin. A strangled sound came from the men at the table, and she glanced their way to find heated gazes burning into her from where August and Asher had stopped reading and now looked ready to devour her on the spot. With a blush, Maya turned for the nearest section of books to browse more History titles.

Following the labels, she walked all the way to the right, until she was hidden behind shelves placed on the floor. With a deep breath, she was alone once more, safe from the greedy gazes of the hotties she’d somehow become responsible for. Trailing her finger along the spines of old books and novels, she lost herself in her thoughts, until she was drawn to the far corner of the library, hidden even deeper within the shadows between the shelves. Maya had just reached out, as if in a trance to pick up a book, when hands grabbed her from behind, spun her, and pushed her into the shelves. She gasped, fear striking through her for only an instant before she saw it was Amir who’d grabbed her.

She reached forward and smacked him on the chest. “You dick! Scared the shit out of me!” Attempting to calm her racing heart, she placed the same hand she’d hit him with against her chest, the thump beating against her palm. The motion drew Amir’s hazel eyes to her throat, to the dip in her low cut shirt that she suddenly wished she could take off— uh, wished she hadn’t worn. Yes, that’s what she meant. She wished she hadn’t worn such a revealing top to draw attention to her... assets, right?

Totally.

His piercing gaze bore into her, the intensity stopping the breath in her throat and the heart in her chest.

“Yes? What do you need from me?” Maya’s voice came out breathier than she intended, and she cleared her throat to try again, but he interrupted her by leaning closer.

“We have spent fifteen years with you. Fifteen years seeing the most intimate moments of your life.” The heat in his gaze drew her thoughts to all the times she’d pleasured herself under the sheets at night. In the morning. In the shower. She gulped.

A smirk tilted his lips up. “Yes, I know what you’re thinking, and especially those moments. We weren’t able to do anything about it for all these years, but now, finally, we can. So think about the effect you have on us from just a simple,” he leaned in to trail his lips across her neck, and she tilted her head involuntarily. “...Little,” a soft kiss was pressed to her skin. “...Stretch.” She gasped as he leaned back for only a moment, watching her reaction before he burst forward again, crushing his mouth to hers in an explosion of pent up emotion.

Groaning, she opened her mouth to the kiss, and his tongue surged inside to twine with hers. Maya slid her arms around his neck to pull him closer, trailing her fingers through the short hair at the back of his neck. The shelves behind her dug into her shoulder blades and lower back, but Amir distracted her from it all as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.