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My eyes drift shut and don’t open even when I feel someone— Simon, I’m guessing—washing me with a warm washcloth.

Someone then pulls a blanket up over me and Blake.

Oh, that’s nice.

Wow, that was incredible. I feel amazing. I really, really like these three guys. I hope we can do all of that again. Soon.

But first I really need a little nap.

They’ve absolutely destroyed me in the best way.

CHAPTER 18

Elise

I wake up the next morning, a little sore, very happy, and alone. Though not entirely alone. Just alone in the bed. I can hear low masculine voices from the outer room.

I smile and stretch in the incredibly comfortable king bed in Simon Armstrong's opulent hotel penthouse.

Wow. Was last night even real?

But the fact that I am naked in luxurious Egyptian cotton sheets tells me that yes, it was very real.

Blake is not out there. He left shortly after midnight.

But there are two voices, which means that Aidan is still here, and that makes warm butterflies kick up in my stomach.

After I woke from dozing, Simon took me into his holy-shit-amazing shower and soaped me from head to toe. It wasn't sexual. It was sweet. Tender. He was taking care of me. I'd asked if he was okay that he and I hadn't actually really had sex and he smiled and kissed me and assured me that he was more than fine.

After we toweled off, we'd gone out into the living room to find that Aidan had ordered room service.

It was a simple charcuterie board and lots of sparkling water, but the guys had insisted I eat and hydrate.

I am not one to typically love being fussed over, and certainly not one to put up with being bossed around, but the way these men do it, it's very hot.

It was also interestingly, a team effort it seemed. None of them really took the lead. They all took turns handing me bits of cheese and bread and fruit, making sure my water glass didn't get empty, and holding my hand, brushing kisses over my cheeks, or in Blake's case, pulling my feet into his lap and massaging them.

I have not been the recipient of aftercare before, but it's clear these guys know what they're doing.

We snacked, chatted, and laughed almost as if the four of us have been doing it for months instead of only hours.

Then, when I started yawning, Blake had said I needed to go back to bed. I was happy to oblige. But Blake had stood, pulled me into his arms, given me a sweet kiss and told me he was heading home.

I was disappointed, but not surprised. He doesn't seem like the sleepover type. Especially with two other guys. Particularly on one of those other guys' turfs.

But he had promised to call me today and said that we would see each other soon.

I mean, of course we will. We still have to convince his grandmother we're engaged.

I'm eager to see him.

Blake Wilder. The grumpy goalie who wants to be a hermit in the woods.

Crap. I'm falling for him. Even though I know it will never be anything serious or long term. He didn't even stay the night but I'm still heart-eyed and eager to see if he texted me yet.

With that thought, I notice someone set my phone and a glass of water on the nightstand.

I reach for my phone.

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