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Yale sits on my other side, placing the bear on my lap. “Welcome back, Z. How was death?”
“Painful.”
“Thought it might be.”
Things with Xavier are good, because he knew what that dinner would entail, but Yale didn’t. He was totally in the dark, watching us pull each other apart.
“Yale—”
He shakes his head. “Xavier explained everything. I was pissed for a while, but then you went all coma-like, which meant I wasn’t allowed to be angry for long. You got lucky.”
“But there are things I need to explain about Nemesis,” I say. “I was selfish. I was scared, and … it was around that time that I started to think of our family differently.”
Xavier tilts his head. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve been thinking a lot about it since the first safe house. How we all just melded together, how it felt so fucking easy … and I think I knew, deep down, this was how it was always going to be. There was a moment back then, when we were all together, and it felt easy. It felt right. When I found out you might leave, I panicked.” I shake my head, ashamed of myself for doing what I did.
This is where our lives were always heading—to her. To all four of us staying together. It made no sense to me back then why I couldn’t just support Yale, but now I know why I did it. I explain this to them both.
“It’s fucked up, but I get it,” Yale says. “I wasn’t planning on leaving anyway. I can’t exactly be away from you two for too long.” He grins. “We’re brothers.”
Brothers. It doesn’t feel like enough of a word to describe what we are. They’re my everything—my blood, my heart, my reason.
We’re one soul existing in three bodies.
Silence returns and announces that the doctor is on his way before dancing over to Yale and kissing him. She tuts at his bear, insisting the one she has at home is bigger, and he argues it’s not even close.
As they bicker, I watch them, a small smile on my lips.
The three people I love more than anything.
Stronger than before, if that’s even possible.
Unbreakable, as long as we’re together.
Chapter 45
Silence
“Something smells good,” I say as I carry more bottles of wine into the kitchen. The store was hell, but Yale did warn me that going there on New Year’s Eve was not the best idea. Still, I braved it, and I got the last of the half-decent alcohol.
Yale kisses me as I pass him in front of the stove. “Of course it does. I’m cooking it.”
“Arrogance isn’t sexy,” I say, sliding three bottles of white into the fridge. Yale spanks me, and I grin, sticking my butt out to encourage a few more whacks, which he obliges. The last one is painful, and I tut when Xavier squeezes my ass cheek with one hand and wraps his arm around my waist.
“Those were Yale’s spanks, not yours,” I chide.
He bites my earlobe. “Do I need to fill this bratty mouth?”
“Promises, promises.” I push my butt into his hardening cock and shut the refrigerator door.
“Gift for you on the island, love,” Yale says.
I wiggle my fingers excitedly, but the only thing waiting for me is a blindfold. I pick it up to examine it, but Xavier pulls it out of my hands and wraps it around my eyes, blocking out the light.
I smile. “What’s happening?”
“A taste test,” Xavier says, securing it to my head. He bends me over the counter sharply, and I gasp, pressing my palms into the marble as he starts unbuttoning my jeans.
