Page 94 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

“But… but… how would it even…” I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t think. The words spinning through my brain were a tornado of random thoughts. “I mean, why would three of you…”

“Because weloveyou,” said Andre. “And you love us. You know you do.” He squinted at me. “It’s not even a question, is it?”

I was floating between the three of them now, legs kicking, my arms outstretched. I spun my body in a slow circle, so I could see their reactions one by one.

“No,” I admitted, and the admission came with an unexpected surge of joy. “It’s not.”

“Then what’s the problem?” grinned Bishop.

The problem. Holy shit.

“There’sthreeof you!” I practically shouted. “And one of me.”

“And?”

“And!” I cried. “And? That’s all you have to say?”

“It’s all that really needs to be said,” Andre chimed in. “There’s three of us, and one of you, just as you pointed out.” He smiled, deviously. “How’s that been working out so far?”

My belly exploded with butterflies.

“It’s been… working,” I admitted.

Kayden laughed. “Really? That’s it?”

“Okay fine, it’s been fucking amazing, is that what you want to hear?” I blurted. “Every night is crazier than the last, and I can’t stop thinking about all three of you.”

They looked back at me in silent affirmation. Bishop grinned. “Go on.”

“The sex is off the charts,” I continued, “that’s obvious. But it’s much bigger than that. I love you, I’ve always loved you, and I’ll never stop loving you.” The words rolled effortlessly off my tongue. “Even you, somebody I only just met…” I spun toward Andre, “it feels like I’ve known you my whole life.”

More silence, more stares. Just three beautiful men, floating around me in a perfect triangle. Three pairs of boulder-like shoulders, and handsome, chiseled jaws.

“We still don’t see the problem,” said Kayden.

“W—What about New Hampshire?” was all I could manage. “What about Jason, and my father, and—”

“Wherever we end up, we’ll be just a few hours’ drive from home,” said Bishop. “You’ll see your family often. In fact, we’ll insist on it. Jason’s our best friend.”

“Jason…” I laughed. “And what about Jason?”

“What about him?”

“He’s going to kill us! All four of us!”

The boys looked back at me, nonplussed.

“Fine, he’s going to kill himself then,” I said. “While attempting to kill us. And my father—”

“Your father is fine, I’m sure,” said Andre. “And your brother will just have to get over it. You’re an adult now; a full-grown woman, one who makes her own decisions. You’ll always be his little sister, but you’ll each have to live your own lives.”

It sounded so simple when he said it like that. And yet, there was truth in it, too.

“We don’t have to tell him at first, either,” reasoned Kayden. “After all, we’ll be a few hours away. And sure, eventually he’ll suspect you’re probably with one of us. But we can ease him into the truth. Make him understand that, after all this time, we’ve fallen hopelessly in love with you.”

“And you with us,” Bishop finished.

I tried to imagine it, every possible scenario. Jason’s reaction would be beyond wild. His best two friends in the whole world,bothdating his sister. Holy shit.

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