Warning: Rated TV-14

  The tiny bell above the café door chimed softly as Devon and I stepped inside. The smell of roasted coffee beans and freshly baked pastries filled the air, mingling with the faint hum of lo-fi music from overhead speakers. It was a cozy little spot on a corner street—a warm blend of rustic charm and urban chic.

  I tugged at the hem of my dress for the fifth time since we’d arrived. Devon shot me a sideways gnce, smirking slightly.

  “Kiera,” he said, nudging me lightly with his elbow. “You look fine. Stop fidgeting.”

  I scowled at him. “I’m not fidgeting. I’m… adjusting.”

  “You’re practically vibrating,” he teased, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’d think we were meeting royalty, not someone we’ve been fighting corrupted monsters with for weeks.”

  I sighed heavily, gncing down at my outfit. Maybe I had overdone it. The fitted bck dress with ce sleeves, chunky heeled boots, and a leather jacket felt more appropriate for a night out than a casual café meetup. But when I’d picked it out this morning, I’d panicked.

  On the other hand, Devon looked effortlessly cool in a dark Henley shirt and faded jeans. His brown hair was casually tousled as if he’d just rolled out of bed, but he still managed to look put together.

  “She’s here,” Devon said suddenly, his voice dropping slightly as he nodded toward the back corner of the café.

  My stomach flipped.

  There she was.

  Selene.

  She was sitting at a small corner table by the window, a steaming mug of tea cradled in her hands. Sunlight streamed through the gss, casting a golden glow on her sun-kissed skin and illuminating the soft waves of her long brunette hair. She wore gsses—thin, gold-rimmed frames that sat delicately on the bridge of her nose—and her hazel eyes flickered briefly toward us before darting back down to her mug.

  She wore a cream-colored blouse tucked into a vintage-style skirt patterned with faint floral designs. A cardigan hung loosely around her shoulders, and a leather satchel was propped against the chair beside her.

  She looked… different. Softer. Quieter. But unmistakably, Selene.

  “She’s beautiful,” I blurted under my breath. Devon gnced at me, smirking knowingly.

  “Come on, let’s not keep her waiting,” he said, starting forward.

  My legs felt heavy as I followed him, my boots clicking softly against the tiled floor. Every step felt like an eternity, and my stomach did somersaults as we approached her table.

  Selene looked up as we stopped beside her, her hazel eyes flickering between us. She smiled faintly, shyly, and something warmed in my chest.

  “Hey,” she said softly.

  “Hey,” Devon replied, his voice smooth and calm as he pulled out a chair and sat down. I stood awkwardly for a second before realizing I should sit, too.

  “Hi,” I said, my voice cracking slightly as I slid into the chair across from her. My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

  There was a brief pause—a quiet moment where the three of us just… looked at each other.

  In the game, we’d fought, faced monsters and rogue pyers, and shared moments of raw vulnerability. But here, in the real world, everything felt… fragile.

  Devon cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “It’s good to meet you finally, Selene. In person, I mean.”

  Selene nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah. You too, Devon. And… Kiera.”

  I swallowed hard. “You’re… you’re really pretty,” I blurted.

  Selene’s cheeks turned pink, and Devon let out a quiet snort of amusement.

  “Thank you,” she said softly, her lips curving into a small smile. “You’re both… a lot taller than I expected.”

  Devon chuckled. “Yeah, avatars don’t really do height justice.”

  A waitress approached the table, and we quickly ordered drinks—coffee for Devon, tea for Selene, and a chai tte for me. Once the drinks arrived, the conversation started to flow more naturally.

  “So, you’re a librarian’s assistant?” Devon asked, sipping his coffee. “That’s pretty cool. Do you like it?”

  Selene nodded, her hazel eyes lighting up slightly. “I do. It’s quiet, and I love being surrounded by books. It’s not gmorous, but it’s… comfortable.”

  “That fits,” I said softly, smiling. “You’ve always felt… steady. Like an anchor. Even in-game.”

  Selene’s cheeks pinked again, and she took a sip of her tea to hide it.

  “What about you two?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “What do you do outside of Eidolon Nexus?”

  Devon leaned back in his chair, his arms draped casually over the backrest. “I’m finishing up my degree in computer engineering. Final semester, thank god.”

  Selene nodded approvingly. “That makes sense. You always seemed… tactical. Like you could see ten moves ahead. But… you two live together, right? Step-siblings?”

  Devon raised an eyebrow at me, smirking slightly. “Oh, Kiera’s a fascinating roommate. She leaves art supplies everywhere, drinks enough coffee to power a small city, and bsts anime openings at two in the morning.”

  I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Devon!”

  Selene chuckled softly. “That… actually makes sense.”

  Devon leaned back in his chair, smirking. “She’s also insanely talented. Her paintings are something else.”

  I peeked at Selene through my fingers, my face still burning. “I… paint. A little.”

  Selene’s smile softened. “That’s amazing. Do you have a gallery somewhere? You’ll have to show me sometime.”

  “I’m… between things, I guess. I dropped out of art school st year, and now I’m kind of… figuring it out.”

  Selene’s smile softened. “That’s okay, you know. Not everyone has it figured out. Sometimes, it’s better to wander for a while.”

  Something in her words struck a chord, and I felt a strange mix of comfort and sadness.

  We talked for hours about hobbies, favorite shows, and embarrassing moments in the game. Selene revealed her love for cssic mystery novels and collecting old vinyl records, while Devon admitted to his obsession with strategy board games. I told them I once tried to dye my hair blue and turned it green instead.

  We ughed. We teased each other. And for a little while, the outside world felt very far away.

  The evening air was crisp as we stepped outside the café. The streetlights glowed softly, casting long shadows across the pavement.

  We lingered by the sidewalk, none of us ready to say goodbye.

  “Well… this was nice,” Selene said softly, her hands tucked into her cardigan pockets. “I’m happy we did this.”

  “Me too,” I said my voice barely above a whisper.

  Devon nodded. “Same here. It was… good. Normal, even.”

  Selene hesitated, biting her lip slightly before speaking again. “You know… the night doesn’t have to end here.”

  I blinked. “What do you mean?”

  “My pce isn’t far from here,” Selene said softly, her amber eyes flicking between us. “It’s quiet, and there’s… well, there’s space. If you two want to come over, I mean.”

  Devon raised an eyebrow, smirking faintly. “You sure about that? You’ve got two chaotic gremlins here.”

  Selene chuckled, her smile shy but warm. “I think I can handle it.”

  I nodded, my chest fluttering with nervous excitement. “Yeah. I’d… I’d like that.”

  Devon slung an arm around my shoulders. “Lead the way, Selene.”

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  Selene led us through the quiet streets to her home, nestled in an upscale neighborhood that looked like it belonged in a lifestyle magazine. The modern facade of sleek bck panels, soft ambient lighting, and expansive gss windows immediately caught my attention. Devon let out a low whistle beside me.

  "Wow," he said, tilting his head back to take in the two-story architecture. "You live here?"

  Selene smiled softly, unlocking the front door with a faint chime of security systems deactivating. "It was my grandfather's. He passed it down to me when he moved into a smaller estate. He's still alive, by the way. Just prefers something cozier."

  I stepped inside and felt my breath catch. The interior was breathtaking—a perfect blend of luxury and warmth. Sleek marble countertops gleamed in the kitchen while plush couches sat invitingly in the spacious living room. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked a private garden, softly illuminated by pathway lights. Shelves filled with books and small potted pnts gave the space a lived-in charm amidst the modern aesthetic.

  "This is... gorgeous," I whispered.

  Devon nudged me lightly. "And here I thought your idea of luxury was a new coffee maker."

  I shoved him lightly, and Selene chuckled, her hazel eyes warm as she gestured around. "Make yourselves at home. Do either of you need anything? Water? Tea? Snacks?"

  Devon shook his head, his hands tucked into his pockets. "I'm good, thanks."

  I hesitated, fiddling with the edge of my jacket. "Uh, can I use the bathroom?"

  Selene nodded. "Of course. Down the hall, second door on the left."

  "Got it," I said, quickly heading in the direction she indicated.

  But in true me fashion, I lost track of her instructions almost immediately. Was it second on the left, or was it the third? I hesitated before a door and, figuring I had a fifty-fifty chance, I turned the handle and stepped inside.

  The room I walked into was... not a bathroom.

  My breath hitched as I took in the sight before me. The dim ambient lighting casts a soft glow over the space. Velvet drapes hung along one wall, and sleek bck furniture—a fainting couch, an ornate chair with leather straps, and a polished wooden cabinet with locked drawers—dominated the room. Silver chains and cuffs were arranged neatly on hooks, and an assortment of silk ropes sat coiled on a side table. A faint scent of leather lingered in the air.

  Heat flooded my face. "Oh my god."

  Before I could step back, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned sharply, bumping into Devon, who had followed to check on me.

  "Hey, Kiera, did you—oh." Devon froze his hand still on the doorframe. His face turned beet red as his gaze swept over the room.

  Selene appeared behind him, her brows furrowed in mild concern. "What's going—" She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening slightly as she realized where we were.

  For a brief moment, none of us spoke. The silence was deafening.

  Selene cleared her throat, her cheeks dusted with pink. "I... didn't exactly want you both to find out this way."

  Devon rubbed the back of his neck, refusing to look directly at anything in the room. "Uh... yeah. Not exactly something I was expecting."

  I was still standing there, frozen in pce, my face bzing with embarrassment. "Selene, we—I mean, this—I don't... I mean..." I stammered uselessly.

  Selene sighed softly, folding her arms over her chest as she leaned against the doorframe. "Look, this is a part of me. Something I don't usually share unless... well, unless there's trust. And considering where the three of us are... heading, I figured this conversation would come up eventually."

  Her voice was steady, but there was vulnerability in her hazel eyes.

  Devon nodded slowly, his face still red. “Fair point.”

  Selene turned to me, her hazel eyes soft but serious. “If this makes you see me differently, I understand. But… it’s a part of me. One I wasn’t pnning to hide forever.”

  I shook my head, the words spilling out before I could stop them. “No. Never. I don’t… I mean, I don’t see you any differently. I just… need to process.”

  Devon nodded, his voice softer than usual. "Yeah. Same here. You don't need to hide this from us."

  Selene smiled faintly, stepping closer. “That’s fair.”

  There was a brief pause, a silence that felt heavy but not uncomfortable.

  Then, in a moment of boldness that surprised me, I blurted out, “I think I could… get into it. Maybe.”

  Selene’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink, and she gnced at Devon, who looked like he wasn’t sure whether to ugh or hide his face.

  “Good. Because... if we're really going to do this—us, I mean—we need to be honest. Open. About everything,” Selene said softly, her voice steady but tinged with nervousness. “If you want to… explore, we could try something small. Tonight.”

  My heart skipped a beat, and I gnced at Devon, watching me carefully. His expression was unreadable, but his nod was subtle and encouraging.

  “Okay,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

  Selene smiled, her hand brushing against mine briefly. “Let’s take it slow.”

  I swallowed hard, gncing at Devon, who met my eyes briefly before looking back at Selene.

  The air in the room felt impossibly still. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I could feel Devon tense slightly beside me.

  Devon exhaled slowly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Well, if Kiera's on board... I'm not exactly against exploring."

  Selene stepped closer to us, her voice soft. "This isn't something we have to rush. But... if you're both willing, I think this could be... good."

  I nodded slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I trust you, Selene."

  Devon mirrored my nod. "Me too."

  For a long moment, the three of us just stood there, the weight of vulnerability, trust, and anticipation settling over us. Whatever came next, it would be uncharted territory—for all of us. But we would step into it together.

  Selene led us to the center of the room, the air heavy with anticipation. The soft lighting cast a warm glow on her face as she turned to face both of us. Devon’s hand hovered near my lower back, his thumb grazing the fabric of my dress, while I found myself clutching the hem of my jacket, nervous but… curious.

  “Before we do anything,” Selene said softly, her hazel eyes flicking between us. We need to talk about a few things—rules, if you will.”

  Devon nodded, his expression serious, though the faint pink flush on his cheeks betrayed his nervousness. I swallowed, my lips pressing together as I nodded, too.

  “Kink, BDSM, and even something as delicate as a poly retionship all rely on three key things: trust, communication, and consent. Without those, things fall apart—whether in a scene or a retionship.”

  Her voice was steady and confident, but there was a softness there, too. Vulnerability.

  “I want us to be honest about what we’re comfortable with and not. There’s no shame in saying no or asking to stop; if anyone feels uncomfortable, we stop. Immediately.”

  She paused, her eyes scanning us for confirmation.

  “Yes,” I said quietly. “I… I trust you. Both of you.”

  Devon nodded. “Same here. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t trust either of you.”

  Selene smiled faintly. “Good.” She stepped closer, her voice lowering slightly. “This isn’t about control, not right now. This is about connection. About us figuring out how this… works. It will be messy and awkward sometimes, and we’ll make mistakes, but if we communicate, it’ll be worth it.”

  I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, and Devon shifted slightly closer to me, his shoulder brushing mine.

  “So…” Selene continued, her lips curving into a faint smile. “How should we proceed? Would you rather you and Devon start, then I join in? Or would you prefer me and Kiera, and Devon join ter? Or maybe…” She trailed off, letting the weight of the question linger.

  Devon cleared his throat, his voice quiet but firm. “If it’s okay… I’d like to start with Kiera first. And then… you join us, Selene. If that’s alright.”

  Selene’s amber-hazel eyes softened, and she nodded once. “That’s perfectly fine. This is about trust, and I trust both of you.”

  Her words wrapped around us like a warm bnket, easing some of the tension in my chest. Devon looked down at me, his brown eyes meeting mine, lifting his hand gently to cup my cheek. My heart fluttered, and I leaned into his palm instinctively.

  Selene stepped back slightly, giving us space. Her gaze was filled with affection and curiosity as she observed us.

  “Take your time,” Selene said softly. “This isn’t a race—it’s an experience.”

  I froze, my heart hammering in my chest as the weight of his words settled over me. I looked at Devon, really looked at him—the faint pink on his cheeks, the way his eyes flickered to mine before quickly darting away.

  Selene tilted her head slightly, her hazel eyes warm. “Are you sure that’s what you want, Devon?”

  “Yes,” Devon said, his voice a little firmer now. “I want to start with Kiera. I… I’ve been holding onto this for a while now.”

  Selene gnced at me, her lips curving into a small, understanding smile. “Kiera? Are you okay with that?”

  I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning as I nodded. “Yeah. I… I’m okay with that.”

  Selene took a step back, her hands resting lightly on the edge of the bed. “Then go ahead. I’ll join in when it feels right.”

  Devon and I stood there momentarily, looking at each other. His face was flushed, his hands trembling slightly as he stepped closer. I felt frozen in pce, my mind swimming with so many emotions I could barely breathe.

  His hand lifted, gently cupping my cheek. His thumb brushed against my skin, and I leaned into his touch instinctively.

  “Kiera…” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You… you know this is my first time, right?”

  My breath hitched. “Wait, what? Devon… you’re—?”

  He nodded slowly, a soft, nervous ugh escaping him. “Yeah. I was… waiting. For someone I cared about. Someone who meant something to me.” His eyes locked onto mine. “That someone is you.”

  My chest tightened, and tears pricked the corners of my eyes. “Devon…”

  The air felt thick, charged with something electric and fragile. Devon stood before me, his hand rested on my cheek, his thumb brushing soft circles against my skin. His eyes, deep and shadowed with emotion, stayed locked onto mine as though he was afraid I might disappear if he looked away.

  “Kiera…” His voice was low, trembling slightly. “I’ve wanted this for so long… wanted you. But not like this—not without you knowing everything.”

  His words made my chest ache, and I swallowed against the lump forming in my throat. “Devon…”

  “No, let me say this,” he continued, his brows knitting together as he leaned closer. “The first time I saw you… when our parents introduced us… I knew I was supposed to think of you as my sister, but I couldn’t. Not entirely. You were funny, kind, stubborn, and had this… light about you. And no matter how much I told myself to stop, to fight the urges and be your protector instead, I couldn’t help it—I fell in love with you.”

  Tears welled in my eyes, blurring the edges of his face. “Devon…”

  “I love you, Kiera,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “I’ve loved you since that day. And I've loved you more every moment we’ve had together—every little ugh, every fight, every time I’ve watched you fall asleep on the couch next to me.”

  The tears slipped down my cheeks, and Devon brushed them with trembling fingers. My lips parted, and I whispered the words back, words that carried every ounce of my heart. “I love you too, Devon. I’ve always loved you. I just… I was scared. Scared of what it would mean. Scared I’d ruin us.”

  His smile was shaky, but it reached his eyes. “You could never ruin us.”

  And then, as though the weight of all our unsaid words had become too heavy to carry, he kissed me.

  It wasn’t hesitant this time, and it wasn’t fleeting or uncertain. It was a kiss that spoke of years of longing, nights spent wondering “what if,” and a love so deep it felt like it might consume us both. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, and I melted into him, my hands sliding up his chest and around his neck.

  His lips moved against mine with a desperation I matched, our breaths mingling as we lost ourselves in the moment. Devon’s hands roamed carefully, reverently, as though he memorized every inch of me through the thin fabric barrier separating us. My knees felt weak, and if it weren’t for his strong arms holding me up, I might have colpsed.

  When we finally broke apart for air, our foreheads pressed together, our breaths ragged and uneven.

  “Devon…” I whispered, my fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt. “Please… don’t stop.”

  His eyes searched mine, dark and filled with raw emotion that stole my breath away. “Are you sure?”

  I nodded, my cheeks flushed, my lips swollen from his kisses. “Yes. I want this. I want you.”

  Something shifted in his expression—a mix of relief, love, and hunger—and then he kissed me again, deeper this time, as though he couldn’t bear to be apart from me for even a second longer. It was initially gentle and hesitant like he feared doing something wrong. But as I melted into him, my hands gripping his shirt tightly, the kiss deepened, filled with all the unspoken emotions we’d been carrying for so long.

  Slowly, carefully, Devon guided me backward until the backs of my knees hit the edge of Selene’s bed. I sank onto the mattress, pulling him with me as his body hovered above mine. His hands rested on either side of me, bracing himself as he looked down at me, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said softly, his voice breaking slightly as his eyes traced every inch of my face.

  “So are you,” I replied, my voice trembling as I brushed dark hair from his forehead.

  We kissed again, slower this time, savoring every second, every touch, every shared breath. His lips trailed down to my neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses along my colrbone, and I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his hair.

  Time felt like it had ceased to exist. There was only Devon—his touch, his warmth, his love. It felt like we were two halves of a whole, finally finding our way back to each other after being lost for so long.

  And somewhere in the haze of emotions and whispers, he repeated it.

  “I love you, Kiera. I love you so much.”

  “I love you too, Devon,” I whispered back, meaning it with every fiber of my being.

  Devon’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me close as if he feared I might slip away. His warmth, his steady heartbeat against mine—it felt safe. It felt right.

  When we finally pulled back, our foreheads rested together, our breaths mingling in the quiet space between us.

  “I… I want this,” I said softly, my voice trembling. “I want us. You, me, and Selene. I don’t want to lose either of you.”

  Devon smiled faintly, his thumb brushing away a tear I didn’t realize had fallen. “You’re not going to lose us, Kiera. I promise.”

  At some point, I gnced over Devon’s shoulder to see Selene watching us. Her arms folded across her chest, her lips parted slightly as if caught in a breath. Her hazel eyes burned with something unreadable—something that made my stomach twist and my chest ache.

  “Selene…” Devon whispered, reaching out a hand.

  She hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward. Devon pulled back slightly, his breathing uneven as he faced her.

  “You’re sure?” Selene asked, her voice softer now, almost fragile.

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  Devon’s voice was low, steady. “We want you here, Selene.”

  For a split second, she looked uncertain—vulnerable in a way I’d never seen before. But then she nodded, her lips pressing into a determined line.

  “Okay.”

  Selene smiled faintly before leaning closer, her face just inches from mine. Her scent—vender and something faintly citrus—filled my senses as her soft breath brushed against my lips.

  "Can I kiss you?" she asked gently.

  I nodded, and Selene's lips met mine before I could overthink it.

  Her kiss was soft at first—careful, exploring, yet undeniably confident. Her hand came up to cup my cheek, her thumb brushing lightly. I melted into her touch, my eyes fluttering shut as I let myself sink into the moment.

  When we pulled back, my breath caught in my throat, and Selene smiled—her cheeks faintly flushed.

  Beside me, Devon sat frozen. His gaze locked onto us with an expression I couldn’t quite decipher—something between awe and longing.

  Selene turned her head toward him, tilting her chin slightly. "Devon…"

  He hesitated, his hand clenching and unclenching against his knee. But then Selene leaned closer to him, her movements just as slow and deliberate as they’d been with me.

  "Can I kiss you?" she asked him, her voice just as soft.

  Devon swallowed thickly and nodded. "Y-yeah."

  Their lips met, and I watched—my heart hammering in my chest as I saw Devon's shoulders rex, and the tension seemed to melt away from his frame. Selene kissed him with the same care and gentleness she'd shown me, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders as his hand cradled the back of her neck.

  I felt a strange flutter in my chest—jealousy wasn’t the right word. It was something softer. Something warm. My legs throbbed, but that wasn’t the only pce that was throbbing. I liked what I saw, and I could feel my juices run between my legs.

  When they parted, Devon looked dazed, his eyes slightly gssy as he let out a shaky breath. Selene gnced at me, her lips curling into a faint smile.

  "Come here, Kiera," she said softly, holding her hand to me.

  I hesitated for only a moment before taking her hand. She guided me closer, and Devon shifted so that we were all facing each other, the space between us smaller now. Devon’s arm came around me, his hand resting lightly on my waist as he kissed the side of my temple.

  Somehow, Layers of clothing were removed. First, my shirt, then Devon’s and Selene’s, and then the three of us were bare in our undergarments.

  Selene leaned in again, kissing me once more, and this time, Devon's hand trailed up my back, his warmth grounding me as Selene’s lips moved against mine. His fingers brushed against my bra strap as he fiddled with unloose. The pop sound of my bra coming undone echoed in my ears, but all I could concentrate on was the feeling of them both—one on each side—it was almost overwhelming, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

  It was… right.

  When Selene pulled back, Devon turned me gently toward him. His dark eyes searched mine, and I could see every ounce of love he held for me in them. His hands trailed down to my underwear, and gently, I felt the firm pressure of his fingers enter inside of me.

  A soft whimper escaped past my lips. My fingers grabbed onto his chest, and I gazed intensely into the eyes of my protector, friend, and lover.

  A small smirk pulled at the corners of his lips. “Someone’s wet tonight.”

  “Maybe I could get a taste of that?” Selene asked, “Devon, why don’t you keep Kiera occupied up there.”

  Devon trailed his thumb along my jawline and kissed a trail to my lips as if they had unspoken communication. All the while, Selene caressed my legs and kissed the inside of my thighs. Her calcuting, sharp eyes gazed up at me.

  I sucked in a breath. “W-What are you two up to?”

  “Showing you how much we love you,” they said simultaneously.

  Devon took my lips and kissed me while Selene ate me out. My mind and body were reeling from the ecstasy of their love.

  “I love you,” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. “Both of you.”

  Selene came up for air; her hand brushed against my stomach as she leaned her head lightly against mine. “We love you too, Devon.”

  Devon’s lips met mine again; this time, it was different—it wasn’t just a kiss but a promise. A promise of trust, commitment, and something more profound than words could express.

  Selene’s hand traced lightly along my arm, grounding me further in the moment as Devon and I shared this connection. When Devon pulled back, Selene leaned in again, and then Devon kissed Selene while I watched, my heart aching in the best way possible.

  It was gentle at first—a careful exploration, as though they were both testing the waters. Devon’s hand moved to cup Selene’s cheek. Selene’s hand rested lightly on his forearm, her fingers curling against him as she leaned into the kiss.

  Their kiss deepened slightly, and I could see Selene’s lips parted just enough for Devon to lean in closer. Their breaths mingled in the quiet room, and the soft sound of lips meeting filled the silence.

  They both turned to look at me then, and I felt my face heat up under their combined gazes.

  I wasn’t sure when I stopped breathing.

  “W-what?” I said, biting back a smile.

  Selene smirked faintly, gently brushing her fingers against my cheek. “You okay?”

  I nodded, smiling softly. “Y-yeah. More than okay.” I was completely turned on.

  Devon shifted closer, his arm draping casually over my waist as he sighed contentiously. “I think… we’re going to be okay. The three of us.”

  At some point, we curled together on the massive bed, naked limbs tangled and breaths soft. Devon’s arm draped over my waist, his face buried in the crook of my neck, while Selene rested on my other side, her fingers brushing faint patterns along my bare shoulder.

  The air felt… warm. Safe. Perfect.