Jesse rolled his thumb in little circles on my skin. The slow motion crumbled me piece by piece. “Tell me why you cut us off. Is it because you might have feelings for us, too?” he asked gently. There was a promise in his eyes, banked heat that sizzled against more than my skin. It begged me to lean in, catch fire, scar myself on bright, beautiful flames. I bowed my head, and his fingers convulsed around mine. “All of us?” Briar clarified, looking hopeful rather than disturbed. My throat dried, slow to understand. Jesse’s thumb pressed down on my rapid pulse, a fluttering rabbit in a
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