Page 159 of Meet Me in the Dark: The Complete Series

"You sure you didn't lose your key on purpose? To end up in here?"

I stand, even though my feet protest at it, just to put some distance between us.

"All I had planned to do tonight was climb into bed and not open my eyes until ten minutes before we all meet at the pool tomorrow, so, no."

"Shame. Well, you can sleep in my room. I'm sure Zek won't mind me taking three fourths of his bed. It'll bring back so many fond childhood memories."

"Please tell me you're not out here talking to yourself..." Ezekiel begins, coming into the room, head down from him towel drying his hair. "Because I'd hate to tell mom you're losing—" His words cut off when he looks up and our eyes lock.

I've already gotten my fill of his body while he was walking out here. Except on him, I'm not focusing on his tattoos, but instead on his abs, his movements. God, even this man's footsteps turn me on. And turned on is the very last thing I need to be right now.

"This is an unexpected surprise," he slowly says. "In the best way. I'm just not sure what made Queen Lexa grace us with her presence."

"You know, he called me a princess." I jut my chin towards Jeremiah. "But somehow, you calling me a queen is insulting, instead of one upping him."

"I do aim to be mysterious."

I scoff. "Well, you're horrible at it because I have you all figured out."

He arches a brow. "Do tell."

"Children, children," Jeremiah cuts in. "Lexa's lost her room card and can't get a new room tonight, so I offered to let her sleep in my room, and I'll share with you."

"I'm shocked you came here at all." Ezekiel chuckles. More like snickers.

"And why is that?" I cross my arms and ask.

"Because you're so damn afraid of us."

"I'm not afraid of you."

It's not a total lie. I'm not scared of him or Jeremiah. I'm afraid of the way I feel when they're around. How aware my body is. How excited I get. How hard I have to fight not to feel more.

"Really?" He walks further into the room, closer to me. "Because it seems like you have something to say about everything, and definitely have an opinion about most things. But when it comes to me and my brother, you run the first chance you get. And it's really hard to believe you right now when you're barely made eye contact since the party."

"What party would that be?" Jeremiah inquires, but his tone makes it entirely too clear that he knows damn well what party. He's just baiting his brother, and more importantly, me.

"The party where she told everyone her fantasy is to have sex with two men," Ezekiel answers. Assholes.

"Oh, that party." Jeremiah grins.

"My fantasy has nothing to do with either of you," I insist. "I don't remember mentioning an Ezekiel or a Jeremiah when I said what my fantasy was. So, remind me again, what my fantasy has to do with either of you?"

"I think we have made it abundantly clear we like to share women," Jeremiah says. "And luckily for you, we want that woman to be you."

I give him a deadpan face. "Luckily for me? Don't flatter yourself."

He smirks. "Well, you won't let us flatter you, so..."

"Because she's scared if we get too close, she'd let us fulfill that fantasy," Ezekiel adds.

"More like I'm worried you'd let me down and ruin it," I lie.

Not a single part of me, and certainly not the part between my thighs that is throbbing right now, thinks they would diminish that fantasy.

"I can assure you that wouldn't be the case," Jeremiah says.

"Better yet, let us prove it to you," Ezekiel insists.

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