Unbroken

“No,” Leo said.

“You guys keep staring at me—”

“We just want you,” he cut in.

I didn’t respond, my body tight as a drum as they continued to watch me. I wanted to tell them I wanted them, too. Except the words were stuck in my throat, I was nervous and scared and so painfully shy. It wasn’t easy to confront thembothwith this truth at the same time.

“Come back to bed,” Leo told me next, finally looking away. “Let’s talk about more shit before we have to take you back.”

I dived back into bed, itching to reclaim that comfortable ease between us. Hunter changed his shirt (I sneakily glimpsed his impressive torso as he did) before he joined us.

“I’m hungry,” he claimed. “You gotta make me more spam, Skye—”

“No, no, no,” Leo cut in, dismayed. “Bacon, Hunter. You need the real thing.”

“Alright, rich boy. Fucking sorry I can’t go down to the store and throw money on the real fucking thing.”

We laughed.

“Skye’s spam is probably better anyway,” Hunter added. “Fuck, man, she slices them real thin and she burns them on each side—”

“I’m getting hungry now,” Leo groaned.

“She sprinkles cheese over them so that it melts—”

“Damn.”

“Yeah, and then she fries me like four runny eggs…”

I shook my head, grinning widely as he talked about my shitty cooking skills like I was Gordon Ramsay.

These were the best nights. Because we were relaxed, our tongues were looser, and we’d cosy up on Hunter’s bed in the dark. I’d be right there between them, a place I knew I belonged. It was just…perfect.

And sometimes…

Sometimes Leo would touch my hand, or Hunter would lay his head close to mine. We’d breathe each other in, the three of us. Desire blossomed deep within me. I wanted to touch one while the other touched me. I wanted to kiss one while the other held me close.

I wanted and yearned but had no courage to voice my thoughts.

So, I’d lay there, choking on the words I could not say while feeling the pull.

The pull was a maddening pulse that never slowed or stopped. It was a constant thrum felt beneath my skin, zipping along my bloodstream.

Tha-thump, tha-thump.

A ceaseless torture.