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Garrett growled behind me, hips snapping faster. “I’m close.”

Beckett cursed, his hand wrapping over mine to guide the pace.

And I shattered.

The orgasm tore through me like lightning, hot and fast and uncontrollable. I cried out into Asher’s mouth, every muscle tensing as Garrett pushed deeper, harder, chasing his own release.

Beckett was right behind him, his body jerking beneath my hand, his breath hot and ragged as he came.

And I knelt there between them, shaking and gasping and completely undone, unsure of where any of us would go from here.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Garrett

The smellof coffee and woodsmoke hit first, then the light. Pale and gray, sliding through the windows, a reminder that the night was over, whether I wanted it to be or not.

I opened my eyes and felt it immediately. That heavy weight in my chest.

Riley.

She was curled up on the couch across from me, buried in one of Beckett’s old blankets. Her head rested on his shoulder, her face turned just enough for me to see how peaceful she looked.

Asher’s arm was draped across her waist, his hand loose over hers like it wasn’t the first time he’d done it. And maybe it wasn’t.

That was the problem.

We didn’t know where the lines were anymore. Who fit where.

At one point, I’d thought we did, but then Lucy came back into town and everything shifted.

My jaw tightened as I sat up too fast, the couch groaning beneath me like it had something to say about the whole damn thing.

I hadn’t meant to crash out here. Definitely hadn’t meant to stay long enough to watch her sleep.

But I had.

And now I couldn’t stop thinking about the way last night had felt, being back withheragain. Couldn’t stop thinking about the way my stomach twisted when I realized I wasn’t the only one she made room for.

This wasn’t like before.

Back then, it was easy to pretend it was temporary. Lucy was out of town. We had space to ignore it.

Now? We were full up on tension and out of excuses.

And last night…

The Winter Lantern Parade had stirred up more than just gossip and cocoa.

We couldn’t hide this anymore. Not from Lucy. Not from ourselves.

I felt it. I was sure we all did. I didn’twantthis to be temporary anymore, not when it felt so real.

I dragged a hand across my face, stubble rough against my palm, and stood. Needed movement. Noise. Coffee. Something solid.

The cabin felt too quiet. Too aware. Even the floorboards knew something was coming.

I moved to the kitchen, filled the kettle, and lit the stove. Everything slow. Steady. The way I knew how to be.

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