The morning after changed everything.

I woke in Noah’s bed with Liam’s arm draped over my waist and Jace’s hand resting on my bare thigh. The sheets were a wreck. My body ached in the best and worst ways — sore between my legs, breasts tender from their mouths and hands, small marks scattered across my skin like quiet claims. When I tried to slip out from under them, Noah’s eyes opened immediately.

“Stay,” he said, voice rough from sleep.

I stayed.

That was the new rule.

The house no longer felt divided into careful distances and stolen moments. The three of them moved around me with open possession. Noah...