Page 17 of Moonflower

I want to go to him, but I’m frozen in place.

They kicked Matt out.

Broke up with him for me.

Then they came here.

And Wilder . . . kissed me.

“You both want me.” I hear the words before I realize I’ve spoken them.

Fear flickers over Ezra’s expression, but he nods.

I shake my head, disbelief setting in. There’s no way. No fucking way. It was a selfish fantasy. One that I should’ve put to bed years ago.

“But—”

Wilder clamps a hand over my mouth. “If you’re about to say something about how it’s selfish of you, don’t you fucking dare.”

When he moves his hand, I start again. “But it is.”

“Cora,” he growls.

I bite my tongue.

“This is happening, Moonflower.” Wilder tips my chin up with a single finger. “We’ve waited long enough.”

Long enough.

I don’t have time to think about the implication behind what he said before Wilder slams his lips to mine again. Both his hands hold my head, twisting into my soft curls. But then he curses, breaking off the kiss before I want him to.

He spins me around and shoves me at Ezra. Almost instantly, Ezra’s arms encircle me. That fear is back in his eyes, and I think I know why, but I can’t find it in me to say what he needs to hear.

“Ez,” I whisper, grabbing onto his black hoodie.

“I know,” he says, his voice soothingly calm as he holds me close. And then he kisses me, softly and slowly, just how I always imagined he would.

What I don’t expect, though, is for him to pick me up and spin me around before setting me on the floor again. I squeak in surprise, but it’s a pleasant surprise.

Ezra smiles against my mouth before pulling away the tiniest bit. “This okay?”

“Yes. More, Ez. Please.”

That’s all it takes for him to kiss me again, this time in a deeper, harder way. It’s similar to how Wilder kissed me yet somehow different. Ezra’s lips move against mine firmly but not demandingly. He tastes almost sweet, and I tentatively run my tongue across his bottom lip. When his lips part, I slip inside.

His tongue dances with mine, a series of gentle caresses and licks. Then he pulls away, giving me one last small kiss when I whine in disappointment. “I need you to say it, Moonflower.”

“It’s not fair to you,” I whisper. “Either of you.”

“That’s for us to decide. And you know how we feel. So just say it, Cora.”

I can’t look away from him. Ezra has captured my gaze completely, just like he and Wilder have done with my heart. So I swallow my worries and my doubts. And then, even though I’m terrified that they’ll be too much or I won’t be enough, I say it.

“I want both of you.”

Ezra’s face lights up like he’s found a treasure chest, and I wonder if that’s what I am to him—a treasure. He presses another kiss to my mouth before I feel Wilder come up behind me and rest his hands on my hips.

Nervousness—and something far more pleasurable—curls in my belly. “What . . . What happens now?”

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