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Christopher gives me a smile. “We are absolutely not going to let her do that.”
CHAPTER 30
Finley
I wakeup the next morning with Evan snuggled up against my side, warm and reassuring, his hand resting on my stomach. I know exactly where I am. I remember everything about how I got here and everything that happened once we walked through the door.
Without even opening my eyes, I also know that Evan is the only one still in bed with me. Which means Tucker and Christopher are possibly together, which means they might be bonding and/or plotting.
I lie still and listen to Evan breathing and do an inventory of my feelings, both physical and emotional.
Physically, I feel amazing. A little sore, but in all the right ways.
I have a little whisker burn in a couple of places, I’m very aware of my vaginal muscles in a way I’m not usually, and in general, I just feel incredibly relaxed and content.
Then, I focus on myfeelings. The emotions. And I find that I feel the same way. Relaxed and content. Happy.
Am I going to panic? Realize that the three men I spent the night with treated me incredibly well, not just physically, butalso emotionally, and realize that I am falling even further for each of them? And once those feelings sink in, am I going to freak out about it and figure out how I can pull back and how quickly I can get out of here today?
But even as all of those questions tumble through my mind, I’m aware that I do not feel panic and I’m in no hurry to leave. In fact, there’s a very keen sense that this feels really right.
It feels right to be here with these three. It feels right to be cuddling with one while the other two are off together somewhere. It feels right to be thinking about the rest of the day with them and even contemplating another night. And not for just the sex. Though definitely that too. Wow.
I think I know what this is.
I think I’m in love.
And instead of panic and butterflies, it feels like a great big, warm hug.
And that’s probably exactly how love should feel.
Okay, so I probably need to act like it. I need to act like I really like these guys and want to spend more time with them.
They’re all incredibly insightful. Like, to the point that I’m not sure I’ll be able to get away with anything with any of them. And maybe that’s okay too.
I’ll just project that I want to spend more time together and they’ll pick up on it and lead the way.
Because God knows I don’t know what to do. I haven’t had a serious boyfriend that I really, really liked in a long time. And I definitely have never had three at once.
And I’m not sure I’ve ever been in love.
“You’re thinking really hard over there,” a sleep-roughened voice says.
I open my eyes and roll my head to look at Evan.
He’s on his stomach, his head turned toward me. He gives me a sleepy smile.
“You can run, but we know where you live,” he says.
“Well, shows how smart you are,” I tease. “I was just thinking about not running.”
He shifts so he’s propped up on one elbow, his lean muscled chest right there.
“Not running, huh? I like the sound of that.”
“Turns out I kind of like all of you.”
Talk about tiptoeing into the topic. Why can’t I just sayI’m falling in love with you?
