Jake and Caleb pull away, both breathless, chests heaving. It’s Caleb who speaks, still gripping tight to Ilmari’s top knot. “You’re fucking ours,” he says, intensity lacing his tone. “You’re not our friend. You’re ours.” Ilmari nods, swallowing down whatever emotions he’s feeling. “Yours.” Then he glances down at me, need burning in his eyes. “Yours,” he says again, his gaze locked on me. “Mine,” I echo. “Forever. No way out.” “No way out,” he repeats, lowering his face to kiss me.
