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The only solution would be for Jackson and I to go in there together…

But what we really need to do is start to put some distance between us and the gorgeous snow angel who has turned us all inside out and upside down.

We need to get back to reality. Get out of this little snow globe that has entrapped us in this erotic fantasy weekend.

It’s been the best three days of my life. Definitely the best sex of my life. Even a strange but undeniable test of my friendship with Luke and Jackson that I think we might be passing?

All in all, a great trip.

So why do I feel restless and empty now as it comes to a close?

Because I’m going home empty-handed.

I let myself start building a white picket fence and a future with Brooke, and now I have nothing.

Which really fucking sucks.

CHAPTER 20

Brooke

Awkward.

That’s the only way to describe Monday morning with Luke, Wyatt, and Jackson as we all get ready to leave the cabin and return to reality.

I stayed in my room last night after Wyatt and Jackson walked in on me and Luke, and I actually put on a podcast so I wouldn’t have to hear what they were saying. I had a feeling it wouldn’t be particularly flattering.

As I zip up my bag and drop it to the floor of my bedroom, I know I don’t regret having sex with Luke. It was exactly what I wanted—I wanted to see what it would feel like to be treated as an equal, not a delicate virgin. I just regret we weren’t more discreet as to when and where.

I don’t regret a single second I spent with Wyatt and Jackson, either.

I will always be grateful to Wyatt for taking the time with me to make my first time super special andverypleasurable. Jackson showed me a playful side to sex. And Luke helped me wrap my head around why sometimes people just get so turned on they need itnow.

But these guys are friends and we had communication and an understanding through all of it until the kitchen with Luke last night and I feel bad about that.

Rolling my suitcase into the living room, I leave it and go over to Jackson, who is on the floor with the dogs. He immediately rises to his feet and holds his arms out for a hug with a smile.

“Take care,” he tells me. “You’re going to kill it on your exams.”

“Thank you. Let me know if you need anything for the dogs. Day or night, you can text me if you’re concerned about anything.” Jackson is staying behind at the cabin for a week with Henley and the puppies while he makes arrangements to get them all back to Chicago.

I can’t believe he’s adopting all of them, but at the same time, that’s a very Jackson thing to do, from what I can tell. He’s impulsive but he’s also all in when he decides to do something.

Jackson squeezes me tightly, kisses the top of my head, and releases me. “I will. Thanks for a memorable weekend.”

He’s being casual, but there’s an undercurrent there I don’t entirely understand. I just nod. “Thank you,” I say softly. “For being you. I had a great time.”

He opens his mouth but Luke calls from the front door. “We have to go, Brooke.”

Jackson steps back. “Bye, Brooke.” He winks. “Make good choices.”

That makes me laugh, in spite of my discomfort. “Back to my regularly scheduled Brooke,” I tell him. “Books and animals.”

At least for now.

I need time to process how I feel about this extraordinary weekend.

Never would I have dreamed I’d have sex with three guys in one weekend and I certainly would never have guessed that I could be attracted to three men all at once.

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