Page 68 of Saved By Two

“We also got you a gift,” he says, holding out a square Tiffany box tied in white ribbon in the palm of his hand.

My eyes dart to Noah and then back to Caleb.

“But you already got me a gift.” I hold up the flowers for emphasis. Noah takes them from me and places them on the dresser.

“The roses were a token gift.”

I shake my head. “But I don’t understand. What about the other stuff, the dress, the makeup?”

Noah brings his fingertip to my lips. “We meant what we said about taking care of you. And we’re celebrating, so let us have this—let us spoil you.”

I mean, what am I even supposed to say to that?

Caleb keeps his palm extended until I take the box. I feel two sets of eyes on me as I unravel the white satin ribbon. I’m nervous, not because I think I won’t like it, but because it’s from them. I know I’ll love it, but receiving so much attention from two ardent men has me weak at the knees.

Inside the box is the signature drawstring bag. I take a deep breath, thankful my ribs have almost healed to a dull ache.

Pulling the string, I peer inside and pull out a sleek gold bangle, turning it in my hand to see a striking centre motif and what I can presume are most definitely diamonds.

I cover my mouth, struggling to find the words.

“I don’t know what to say. Thank you doesn’t seem enough. I don’t feel deserving of something so remarkable,” I admit.

Caleb reaches out for the bangle as Noah takes the box and sets it next to the roses on the dresser.

Opening the bangle, he gently lifts my bare wrist (the other adorns my Rolex from Mason) and he wraps it around, clicking it closed.

“Perfect fit,” he says, kissing the inside of my wrist. I reach out and touch his shoulder to steady myself.

Noah saddles beside me, takes my hand from Caleb, and kisses the palm of my hand.

“This bangle represents the connection we feel towards you, a reminder that even though you can’t see it, you know it’s there,” Noah says.

Caleb’s gaze lifts to mine. “We wanted you to have something tangible. If you want to change it, you can. We just wanted you to have a token from the two of us.”

I can barely swallow past the ball of emotion deep in my throat; the last thing I want to do is cry, but these two men completely blow me away.

“No, I love it.”I love you, both of you.The thought hits me out of nowhere, and before I can overanalyse it, Noah’s lips are on mine, followed immediately by Caleb’s.

They make me feel beyond anything I’ve ever felt before, and I care about them. Of course, I do. It’s impossible not to, but…love? They’ve helped me in ways I could never have envisioned.

Do I love these two men?

The more I’m around them, the more I believe I could, but the thought of ruining this terrifies me to my core.

ChapterThirty-Seven

CALEB

Jessica is radiant. But it’s not the dress or the makeup—it’s her. The way her eyes light up when she looks at Noah and me is enough to bring me to my knees.

I know she cares for us, it’s as clear as the sky is blue, but I also can’t deny that I see her hesitancy. It may not be conventional, but it does not make it any less. By giving herself to us, she’s leaving herself vulnerable, but knowing she trusts us enough to try is more than we could have hoped. I’d never want her to feel pressured, not ever. And as much as we both want her, we want her to want us in equal measures.

Glancing in my rear-view mirror, I can’t help but admire her profile as she looks out of the window at the passing traffic as we drive along Piccadilly. Noah gives me a knowing smile and winks as I reach over and squeeze his thigh.

When we arrive, Noah leads the way as we escort her into the restaurant set over three floors, the windows overlooking views of Green Park. HIDE has one of the best staircases in London. The laminated oak spirals through the restaurant’s centre, creating a nature-inspired atmosphere that exudes sophistication and yet a comforting vibe. Her reaction alone proves this was the right choice as we descend the staircase to The Bar Below where we will be private dining for the evening in The Reading Room in the subterranean vaults.

The arch leading into the room is adorned with open books, and stacks of books line the semi-circle Chesterfield-style sofa surrounding a round table. It means we can both sit on either side of her as we wine and dine in private.

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