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I fling my purse onto the plush bedspread, strip off my conservative church clothes, and step into the welcoming embrace of a steaming shower.

The hot water cascades over my shoulders, soothing and cleansing, as I lean against the cool, white tiles and let my mind drift.

As I rinse the conditioner from my hair, I shake my head at my thoughts ofmymen. Then there’s Peter. I let out a small, derisive snort.

There’s nothing technically wrong with him. He seemed nice, polite, stable, everything my parents would want in a partner for me.

And yet, the thought of spending even five minutes alone with Peter is as appealing as gouging out my own eyeballs.

I step out of the shower. On the nightstand sits a neatly stacked pile of romance novels, their colorful covers promisingescapism and adventure. I smirk to myself, a plan already forming in my mind.

It doesn’t take me long to get ready. I brush out my long, dark hair, letting it cascade down my shoulders in soft, silky waves.

My makeup is understated yet alluring, with smoky eyeliner that accentuates my eyes and deep red lipstick that adds a bold pop of color to my lips.

I slide into a delicate black lace bra and matching panties, admiring the fit in the mirror and the way the lace hugs my curves.

Not bad at all.

Grabbing my phone, I navigate to theKenzie’s Entouragegroup chat and start typing.

>> So, I’ve been thinking...

Reggie>> Oh, aye?

Braden>> About how much you miss us?

Ambrose>> Or how much you liked what we did to you?

A smirk tugs at my lips. I snap a sultry picture of myself reflected in the mirror, lips slightly parted, head tilted at the perfect angle, just enough skin revealed to drive them wild. I attach it to the message.

>> I’m coming back tomorrow. I want you three to think long and hard about what we’re doing. If we’re doing this…we’re really doing this. So, what’s your best idea? Make it good.

I hit send.

Almost immediately, my phone buzzes with responses, a flurry of excitement lighting up the screen.

I giggle, curling up on the bed with a thrill of anticipation thrumming through me.

Tomorrow promises to be an exciting day.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Braden

The past fewweeks have felt surreal, as if I've been caught in a vivid fever dream I never want to end.

Kenzie has seamlessly woven herself into the fabric of our daily lives.

It's not just the electric chemistry that sparks between us. It’s how she naturally integrates with everyone.

She has a knack for coaxing Ambrose out of his brooding silences, gently drawing him into conversations with a playful nudge or a mocking remark.

With Reggie, she matches his boundless energy, challenging him to impromptu races or engaging in spirited debates that leave us all laughing. And when my thoughts become a tangled mess, her soothing presence grounds me, her calm voice and steady gaze easing my mind.

Kenzie has become a fixture in my life, a presence I yearn for in a way that feels thrillingly precarious.

Our nights are a tapestry of laughter that echoes off the walls, whispered confessions shared under dim lighting, and sheets tangled from the heat of the night.

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