“I want to get back together,” I whispered. It was the last thing they expected me to say because they froze like statues, eyes widening like saucers. Logan dragged a hand down his face, making a muffled noise. Before I clarified, they were on me, glass falling to the ground as they wrapped me in their arms. Surrounded and supported, something I had always adored. Briar cupped my face and kissed me, sweet, his lips tasting like mint. My head spun as he sipped on me, feeling fingers on my hips, my ass, my hair. Logan pushed him to the side with a growl, his lips sliding to take Briar’s place.
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