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“Twelve?”

“Uh huh, and that doesn’t include shoes.”

Ethan was about to say something when he heard, “Okay, this coffee table is gorgeous.”

He and Zayne looked over to where Shayla was admiring the centerpiece of the living room. Chloé mischievously grinned and winked at them. “It’s my favorite piece in the whole house.”

Oh yes, life was about to change for the three of them. And as Zayne’s chuckle joined his own, Ethan knew he couldn’t wait to see where it took them next.

CHAPTERTWO

I love teasing Ethan—

even though I’ll pay for it later.

Or maybebecauseI’ll pay for it later.

~ Zayne

“THANKS FOR ALL your help today.” Chloé kissed Shayla’s cheek and pressed the button on the elevator. “I owe you.”

“You do,” Shayla agreed. “So I’ll take a home-cooked meal by one of the best chefs in Chicago whenever she feels like it.”

Chloé chuckled as Shayla stepped inside the car. “That I can do.”

“Good.” Shayla looked past her shoulder to where Chloé knew Ethan and Zayne stood, then brought knowing eyes back to hers. “Now, you go and have a great first night in your new house. No stressing about the past.”

Chloé nodded. “No stressing.”

“See you soon.”

“See you, Shay.”

As the doors slid shut, Chloé took in a deep breath, and for the first time today allowed herself a moment to really let everything sink in.

She now lived with Ethan and Zayne.

Her two boyfriends. Her twodoms. The two men who held her heart. And despite her moment of apprehension earlier in the day, she couldn’t be happier.

Chloé touched her fingers to the pretty gold bracelets around her wrists, and a smile slowly curved her lips as she drank in the sight of her new roommates—Zayne in his jeans and a t-shirt that clung to all those muscles, and Ethan in a pair of casual black pants and button-up shirt that he’d left untucked.

Yep, that was about as casual as Ethan got, but damn if it didn’t work for him.

“Well.” Chloé looked around at the boxes and set of drawers littering their—her—living room and shrugged. “Now that you’re stuck with me, where do you want me?”

“Now that’s a loaded question, Red.”

Chloé’s body immediately responded to the mischievous glint in Zayne’s eyes as he sauntered over to her.

“Maybe I should rephrase it, then?”

“Oh no.” Zayne stopped in front of her and, with a finger under her chin, angled her face up until their lips were an inch apart. “I like that question just fine.”

He lowered his head the final distance and nipped at her lower lip, before swiping his tongue across the same spot and slipping it inside. Chloé moaned and put her hands up to brace them on his chest, and as the solidthump thump thumpof his heart beat against her palm, Zayne angled his head and dove in deeper.

A low groan rumbled out of his throat, and he reached for her face, holding her where he wanted as he swept the interior of her mouth with a greedy tongue. Chloé melted into him, and when Zayne finally raised his head and her glassy eyes met his, he winked.

“I want you right here. In my arms, in Ethan’s, in our home. Where you put your stuff? That’s totally up to you, gorgeous.”

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