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Nobody following an ancient fucking script.

By the time the four of us finally collapse onto the rug, the fire has burned down to glowing embers.

I’m sprawled half across Ezra with one leg thrown over Rhett.

Malakai lies on Rhett’s other side, his head resting against his shoulder.

For several minutes, nobody speaks.

Then Rhett exhales.

“Well.”

I lift my head.

“Well what?”

“I think the new Communion is significantly better.”

Malakai doesn’t even open his eyes.

“That wasn’t Communion.”

Rhett looks offended.

“Excuse me?”

“That was sex.”

“Really exceptional sex.”

“Yes.”

“Feels rude to reduce it.”

A laugh escapes me.

Ezra’s chest moves beneath my cheek.

He’s laughing too.

I lift my head and look at him.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re laughing.”

“I’m allowed.”

“Debatable.”

His fingers slide through my hair.

Across from us, Rhett reaches lazily for Malakai’s hand.

Their fingers intertwine.