Page 62 of Curvy Cabin Fever
God, I bet I look terrible.
“I doubt that,” I huff, rising to a seated position.
“I’m going to make you a coffee, Aria.”
How does he make my name sound so fucking regal?
I watch him with a small smile, my fingers dragging across his chest one last time before he stands to go.
I feel him—still—in every part of me.
I lie there in the silence, staring at the ceiling, my body flushed and raw and open in a way that should terrify me—but it doesn’t.
Because something’s shifting, and it has been ever since I got snowed-in with these three men who look at me like I’m theirs.
Damien made me feel safe first. Like I didn’t have to prove myself to anyone.
Morgan made me feel like a fucking goddess—teasing and tender, like my body was a playground he never wanted to leave.
And Rhett…he broke something open in me. He let me see the parts of him he hides from everyone else.
I’ve never wanted anyone more.
I exhale slowly and pull the blanket up to my chest.
What the hell am I doing, and why don’t I care anymore?
I came here to disappear for a while. To hide from the world. Instead, I walked straight into the arms of three men who have me thinking things I’ve never let myself want before.
More—of all of them—not just one.
The thought should make me blush, panic, or feel ashamed.
But it doesn’t.
It makes me feelpowerful. These three men wantme.Who cares what’s acceptable in the outside world, when right now, we are here, in this cabin, together?
I smile to myself, feeling giddy. Most women woulddieto be in my shoes.
I finally slip out of bed, my legs still shaking from Rhett’s touch.
I shower in the bathroom, finger-comb my hair, and steal one of Rhett’s long-sleeved shirts from the laundry basket. It smellslike soap and coffee andhim, and I wear it without a second thought.
The cabin’s quiet when I step into the hallway. I hear the low murmur of voices from the kitchen — Morgan’s laugh, Damien’s grumble, and Rhett’s deeper, quieter tone joining them.
They’re talking.
And I realize something else as I pause just outside the door.
They’re talking about me, like I’m a hidden gem they’ve discovered.
“I’ll make her some breakfast. Sounds like you worked up her appetite in there.” …Morgan.
“I hope you haven’t left bruises. I know you’re a dark fucker.” …Damien.
And then, my heart slams in my chest, and I feel dizzy when I hear Rhett say, “As if I would ever hurt her. Ever.”
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