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I glance down at Sebastian’s large hand holding mine, feeling the comfort of him brushing his thumb over my skin. It’s a subconscious gesture I’m sure, but itoverwhelms me with so many emotions that I can’t quite get a handle on them.

I glance up at him again, then ahead towards where Luke is running in the morning sun, and all I can think of is the one question that keeps pressing at my mind.

The question I can’t ignore. Not anymore.

Am I falling in love with them?

Chapter Eighteen

LUKE

Ihand the last plate to Leena and she sets it in the drying rack. Sebastian is lying on the floor of the kitchen, his hands behind his head and moaning because he ate too much food again. Idiot. Leena chuckles next to me and I roll my eyes, because he is always doing shit like this.

The drama king would fake a nuclear holocaust to get out of doing the dishes.

But I don’t mind doing mundane household duties, not with Leena. And I can’t deny that I’ve grown accustomed to our moments together.

Once we are finished, I lean down and kiss her slowly, then jab Sebastian in the ribs with my foot as I step over him on my way to get cleaned up.

“Bastard,” he grunts, but he’s smiling.

When I step into the shower, I close my eyes and let the hot water stream down my face. I have been in my own head all day, and I can tell Leena and Sebastian have been too.

Because it’s day five.

Tomorrow, I am driving to town to check in. Tomorrow, everything could change.

We haven’t talked about what will happen when we leave here. If the situation has been taken care of, then tonight is our last night. Our job is over.

But even if they caught the guys that are after Leena, it’s only a matter of time before someone else comes after her again. Could Sebastian and I really walk away from this woman knowing that she is still in danger? Could we really walk away fromLeena… at all?

Even though it’s only been a few days, I love this life we have with her. Living with Sebastian has always been… fine. It’s been comfortable. It’s just what we’ve always done. But with Leena? She’s brought out parts of us that we’ve never seen. At least, not in a long time.

We’re…happy. I rub a hand over my face, because that’s just it. We’re sofuckinghappy.

I suddenly realize that I can’t lose her. I can’t lose whatever this is. Whatever we’ve become,together. I want the three of us to wake up in a mess of arms and legs and laughter every morning. To watch Leena roll her eyes whenever we argue. I want to keep seeing Sebastiansmilingfor once.

I want to hold her between us and never let her go.

Whatever is between Sebastian and I has always been there, but over the last few years, it felt like it was slowly breaking, fading into routine. Now? It’s something more. Somethingwhole,because of her. We need her.

We needus. All of us.

After finishing my shower I go looking for the two other separate but very necessary parts of me. When I walk across the hall to the bedroom, I find Sebastian and Leena already tumbling around under the covers. They are alternating between gasps of pleasure and low chuckles.

It’s my favorite sound in the fucking world.

I let my towel drop and pull back the covers, crawling in beside them. Sebastian wraps his strong arm around my back, pulling me into their embrace. Leena’s mouth immediately finds mine. I kiss her deep, running my hand over her flat stomach, enjoying the feel of her. Enjoying the feel of Sebastian’s chest pressing up against us.

We stay like that for a long time. Sebastian and I take turns kissing her, enjoying every second that we have together. The fact that this could be our last night is weighing on all of us, and there is a new kind of desperation with every touch. Every kiss.

“Hang on,” Sebastian says, then reaches over to pull something out of the wicker nightstand.

I smile as he drops the almost empty bottle of lube onto the bed.

“Look what Seb found for you,” I say, nuzzling into Leena’s neck. I love the way she whimpers when she takes both of us. How close we feel to her in those moments when all three of us are truly together.

“That’s… not for her,” Sebastian says quietly. So quietly, in fact, that it takes me a moment to register the words that just came out of his mouth.

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