Page 49 of The Heart

The bastard is standing in the doorway with no shirt, wearing the gray sweatpants Luke let him borrow, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He’s studying the position I have currently found myself in with curiosity. He quirks an eyebrow and smirks before continuing down the hall toward the bathroom.

Shit.

I look at the three of us with new eyes, suddenly panicked and trying to determine if the way Luke is lying across me would clue Colton in to the fact that we’re fucking.

I know how this looks. Straight men don’t fall asleep naked on top of each other, and they definitely don’t use their“friends”abs as their fucking pillow.

But here we are.

I eventually tell myself that this is easily explainable. Colton already knows we sleep in the same bed, because we’re fucking the same woman. So we were drunk, and nothing happened between me and Luke.

Even though it did.

Twice.

Fuck.

He has to have figured it out. There’s no way we werethatquiet, and I have no idea at what point we left that goddamn door open.

I lay back and stare at the ceiling.

I’m not into guys.But I’m into Luke.

What the fuck does that make me? Is there a word for it? Straight, except for the man you sleep with every single fucking night?

I grumble. It’s apparently loud enough to wake Luke, because his blue eyes open and his head tilts to look up at me. And my heart fucking breaks the moment I see the events of yesterday come back to them.

If there was any way to take this pain away from him, I would do it in a fucking heartbeat.

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After I shower, I make my way into the kitchen, finding Leena and Colton both sitting cross-legged on the island with their fancy coffees, a fucking crossword puzzle between them.

I stare, pondering why Colton is still here.

Fucking has been all week.

He’s still sporting Luke’s sweatpants that he’s refused to give back, but at least he managed to put a shirt on. Not sure if Leena needs any more muscles out on display in what is quickly turning into a frat house.

“Fisher, get your ass off my counter,” I say as I walk past.

“You’re telling me that your naked ass has never been on this counter?” He looks at me. I turn back to look at him.

Then I look at the counter.

I stare at it, then shrug.

He’s right.

“So, it’s Christmas Eve. What sort of insufferable romantic activities do you three have planned? Cookie baking? Ice skating?” Colton teases. He knows I wouldn’t be caught dead doing either of those activities.

“You want to come to dinner tonight and meet my sister? You’d probably get along. But it might get awkward after I explain I’m fucking two men. So that should be fun,” Leena says.

“And I get to tell my family tomorrow that their son is now The Jack of Spades. Why, you wanna come?” Luke says, and I don’t miss how he closed that cabinet door a little harder than he usually does.

“Fuck no,” Colton says, filling in another answer on the crossword and showing Leena. She looks frustrated that she didn’t get that one herself.

“We should do something with the team,” Leena says and I stare at her.

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