No walls.
No bullshit.
“Stay,” he finally says, standing up and rinsing his mug before dropping it into the sink. “They’re right. It’d be stupid for you to hole up somewhere by yourself for the next few days.”
“Okay, well, I’ve got another problem, and this one’s a little humiliating,” I admit, my cheeks warming as I watch Jasper stand and saunter around the kitchen island, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.
Zeke raises a brow. “What is it?”
“I have no clothes. No underwear. No toothbrush. I’m pretty sure reception can hook me up with the basics, but…”
All three of them go still for a beat, and it’s Jasper’s reaction I clock first. His mouth curls into a slow, wicked smile, one arm crossing his chest while the other rubs a hand along his jaw, like he’s trying and failing not to say exactly what’s on his mind.
“I mean,” he drawls, his eyes raking down my body and back up with zero shame, “I’m just not hearing a single problem in that sentence.”
“I’m being serious,” I say, rolling my eyes even though I can’t keep the smile off my face.
“What? I can’t help it if the idea of you wandering around here in my T-shirt and no panties sounds like a Christmas miracle.”
“This,” I mutter, waving a hand in his direction, “is exactly why I almost kept my mouth shut.”
“Oh, come on. You drop a visual like that and expect us to behave? We’re only human, angel.”
Roman finally speaks from his spot at the island. “We’ve all got plenty. There’s a washer and a dryer. We’ll figure it out.”
“It’s only four more days,” Zeke adds, stepping in close enough that I can feel his warmth. “Why don’t you go take a shower, and we’ll get you what you need.”
“Okay, thank you.” I give them a small smile and turn toward the hallway.
In the guest bathroom, I turn the water on and let it run, watching as steam immediately starts fogging the mirror and curling into the corners of the room. I strip off the clothes I arrived in last night and step under the spray, letting the water scald my skin, hoping it’ll burn away the ache I’m carrying. But the truth is, no amount of heat could distract me from the simple, terrifying fact that I’m snowed in with three men I never stopped wanting. Two who look at me like we could somehow pick up where we left off and pretend that’s a realistic option when we all know it’s not.
Four days trapped in this cabin with them, with nowhere to run and no excuse to leave.
I press my palms flat against the tile and close my eyes.
How the hell am I going to survive this?
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
JASPER
“Alright,we need to talk about this. All of us. We’ve gotta be on the same page.” I spin around the second Addie’s out of earshot, facing Zeke and Roman like it’s go time.
Roman just laughs, shaking his head. “You look like you’re about to explode with whatever you need to get off your chest.”
“Just listen and don’t judge, okay? I just need a yes or a no.”
“Floor’s yours, baby,” Zeke says, leaning back with a smirk.
“Thank you.” I blow out a breath, running a hand through my hair. “If she wants last night to happen again… are you in?”
They don’t even blink. Two nods, two yeses. Not that I’m shocked, but I wanted to allow them the space to say no.
“If she wants to join us—actually insert herself into what we are, right in the middle, when we’re fucking—are you both good with that?”
Zeke snorts, grinning away at me. “You really have a way with words, you know that?” I tilt my head, giving him a look, with one eyebrow raised.
