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“Yeah,” I admit. “I’m curious as to what happens.”

“Lots of things. Pretty much anything goes as long as it’s between consenting adults,” Sam states.

“What does Logan do when he’s there? Just fuck Alice in public, or are they into kinky stuff?”

“He’s a cuck,” Frankie says.

“He watches other men fuck her?” The incredulity is apparent in the tone of my voice. “Does he watch when Scott fucks her? Please tell me they don’t fuck her at the same time?”

They both stare at me with raised brows.

I raise mine right back, unsure why they’re looking at me that way. “What?”

“You know what a cuckold is?” Sam asks.

“Yeah.” Heat spreads from my chest, up my neck, and over my cheeks. “I told you I watched some porn before last weekend. Despite what cockhead here thought about me, until you two, I’d only slept with one man my entire life. And fuck me, you two have been an education as to what I’ve been missing out on.”

“Glad this cockhead could oblige. Oh, feel free to call me Frankie. Are you ever going to let it go?”

“I don’t know. Sam trusts you, so you can’t be all bad.”

“You wound me, Mila. You really know how to hit where it hurts.”

“And where’s that? Because rumour is, you don’t have a heart.” I regret the words instantly.

Frankie’s head jerk backs like I’ve slapped him, and I watch his throat move as he swallows.

“I’m sorry. That was out of line. I apologise.”

“Nah, you’re good. I’m aware of what people think of me.”

“I’mnot. I don’t really know anything about you—either of you. How did you two even meet?”

“Uni,” they say in unison.

“We both have engineering degrees,” Sam starts to explain.

“Mate, seriously, I’m starving. Can we eat before we share our life stories?” Frankie whines, cutting him off. “Do you get Uber Eats out here, or are we gonna have to go out and get something?”

“I can cook,” I offer.

“You’ve got one arm,” Sam states. “We’ll order, but it’s after three. Apart from fast food, I’m not sure what’s going to be open.”

Frankie opens the fridge. “You literally bought girly tea bags, shit to make a turkey melt with, and nothing else?”

“I got Abby to drop stuff off earlier but, yeah, I didn’t know we’d be staying this long.” Turning towards me, he asks, “You okay being here, or you need to get back?”

I shrug because I honestly don’t have an answer. “I don’t know what my next move is, but I don’t want Logan knowing before I make it. He hasn’t called all week, but that doesn’t mean he won’t show up at any time.”

“Let’s eat and make a plan,” Frankie says.

“Make a plan? What are we, ten?” Sam asks with a headshake.

“What about fish and chips, children?” I suggest. “I could really do with a walk and some fresh air. I’ve not left the apartment all week, but I’m warning you two now, you’d better stop whinging and be on your best behaviour.”

Half an hour later,we’re sitting at a picnic bench in Portsea eating fish and chips out of paper. Frankie and I raided Sam’swardrobe for warm clothes to wear before we left. I found a sleeveless puffer jacket, while Frankie had gone for an entire outfit of trackies, tee, hoodie, and runners. I also borrowed a ball cap and wore that, along with my sunnies, in an attempt at hide my bruises.

As well as a piece of fish, I ordered a sausage in batter because I was feeling extra hungry. The boys bet me I wouldn’t eat it all and are now watching on as I finish my last mouthful before washing it down with a bottle of water.

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