Page 87 of Knot Your Sunshine
"Noa!" Heat floods my face.
"What? Statement of fact." His hands slide higher.
Keanu rolls in my lap, looking up at me. His head presses against my thighs in a way that makes my breath hitch. His eyesare dark, hungry, and for a moment it seems like this pajama party might take a very different turn—
"Here it comes!" Josh bounces, redirecting attention. "The Burn Book reveal! Cinematic gold!"
The tension eases as Josh starts quoting along, word perfect with hand gestures. His enthusiasm is infectious, even Noa laughs against my back.
"How many times have you watched this?" I ask.
Josh's ears turn pink. "Quality cinema deserves multiple viewings. Plus, the social dynamics are fascinating from an anthropological—"
"Nerd," Keanu says fondly, his hand finding Josh's knee.
"Your nerd," Josh shoots back.
Then he freezes. His nostrils flare. His head turns slowly toward me, pupils dilating until his eyes are almost black.
"Mia," he breathes. "Your scent—"
I realize it then. The blockers I didn't take today… my natural omega scent is breaking through, filling the space.
Keanu inhales sharply, fingers tightening on my calf. Noa goes rigid behind me, a low rumble building in his chest. The air thickens. Every point of contact burns: Keanu's weight in my lap, Josh's leg along mine, Noa's racing heartbeat against my spine.
My pulse pounds. "Guys..."
"We should—" Noa clears his throat roughly. "Keep watching. Right guys?" But his hands stay frozen on my waist, holding me like I might disappear.
They turn back to the screen with visible effort, but everything has shifted. Keanu's every breath warms my thigh through thin cotton. Josh's fingers drum against his leg, knuckles white with restraint. Noa's thumbs resume their circles, but slower, more deliberate.
When Regina gets hit by the bus, I jump. Three sets of hands immediately steady me.
"You okay?" Josh's thumb strokes my kneecap.
"Fine. Just surprised."
"By the bus that's in every meme?" Keanu's fingers circle my ankle.
"Wasn't paying attention..."
"No?" Noa's lips brush my ear. "What were you thinking about?"
I meet his dark gaze. "You know exactly what."
The movie plays on, forgotten. Rain pounds. The yacht rocks. Josh's hand moves higher on my thigh as if magnetized. Keanu shifts, his mouth pressing against my stomach through thin cotton. When his teeth graze sensitive skin, I gasp. Noa's hands slide up, thumbs finding my nipples through the tank top, already hard and aching.
"The movie—" Josh's voice cracks as his fingers trail my inner thigh.
"Has been over for a while," Noa says roughly.
I blink. Credits roll silently.
"Oh." I hadn't noticed. "Did you enjoy it?"
Josh doesn't answer. Instead, his mouth is now traveling down my body, pressing kisses through the thin cotton of my clothes. Lower, slower, until his breath ghosts over the junction of my thighs.
My hips lift involuntarily. "Hmm… Keep doing that."
