"Don't," I whispered, but it came out weak. Pitiful.

"Don't what?" Tristan's voice was a murmur against my ear, his breath warm on my neck. 

"Don't touch you? 

Is that what you really want?"

His fingers reached the edge of my underwear, and my hips jerked involuntarily.

"She's trembling," Ethan observed from my other side. His hand had moved from my hip to my stomach, pushing the shirt up inch by inch. 

"Is that fear, Chloe? 

Or something else?"

Both... 

It was both, I wanted to scream it. My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat, and my skin had gone hypersensitive, every nerve ending...