But ultimately, curiosity gets the better of me, and I roll my eyes at my own lack of self-control. I swipe the screen up to read his message. I won’t be able to sleep until I know for certain what he’s up to and why he’s reaching out to me all of the sudden.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, needing a second or two to get myself to read the text.
I have no idea if it might set me off or something. It’s too early in the morning to get angry at the dipshit, but I won’t be able to rest until I know what he wants.
We need to talk.
Ha. That’s fucking fresh.
Two whole years of nothing but radio silence, and now of all times, we need to talk?
It’s fucking hilarious is what that is.
Okay, so that’s his entire message. It’s vague and ambiguous.
We need to talk could mean a million different things, for a million different reasons that I can’t decipher or think of at this early hour.
I glance at the guys. Should I answer him? I think for a few seconds, but I can’t make up my mind.
I decide to ignore him, mainly because there’s really nothing in it for me. I’ll only get worked up over nothing, and he’ll only make me feel like shit—or maybe he wants to get back together with me because I’m hot now.
I can already imagine how fantastic it would be to have the smug satisfaction of watching him beg for me, pleading that I make him mine once again.
It’s never going to happen. As much as that fantasy appeals to me, I know it’s a disastrous idea to open the vents for contact.
I take another deep breath and hit the delete button, watching it disappear from my messaging history and my glam new life.
I’m making the right decision. I need good things in my life right now—not fame-chasing failed journalist ex-boyfriends.
I lean back in the bed, but by now Eric and Chase are already stirring and grinning up at me with groggy yet sexy expressions.
These two—they’re the good things I need in my life.
Chase grunts and leans closer. “Good morning, beautiful.”
His voice is a seductive song.
“Good morning, sexy,” I say and move in for a kiss on the lips.
“My turn,” Eric chimes in from behind me and gently pulls my chin to him, using his lips to tenderly send me into madness, with chills of pleasure.
“It’s the best feeling in the world, waking up next to you guys,” I say with delight.
Chase steps out of bed, and I watch with admiration as he walks around the room naked, his chiseled and perfectly carved body on display.
“Should we order breakfast?” Eric says as rises out of bed.
“That sounds good to me,” I say with a smile. “I’m pretty hungry this morning.”
“Me, too. Come here—you look good enough to eat.’” Chase jogs back to the bed and straddles me, pinning me down and making me squeal.
“Breakfast first,” I insist, shoving him off lightheartedly.
“I know what snack I’ll want after breakfast,” Chase says as he rubs my inner thigh, making my heart race.
I giggle and bite my bottom lip. He’s such a fucking tease.
“I like after-breakfast snacks, too,” I sit up and run a hand through his sandy blonde hair, then hop out of bed.