Three Swedish Mountain Men

by Lily Gold

There’s a light tap on the door. “Are you okay in there?” Eli calls. “Are you trying to escape out of the window? The latch is a bit fiddly, you have to jiggle it.”

My eyes widen. “Why would I be offended?” Having two drop-dead gorgeous men trying to sleep with me is actually doing wonders for my ego.

Even though I keep buying more bookshelves, I can never keep up with my book-buying habit. It’s probably a diagnosable addiction at this point.

I actually kind of like the idea that he’s marked me up. There’s something so possessive about it.

“I hear too much caffeine can make you irritable. That’s clearly a major issue for you.” His scowl deepens. “It’s my first cup.” “So… this is just your personality?” I suck in a breath between my teeth. “God. That’s pretty unfortunate, isn’t it?”

“I do this really odd thing, where I bleed out of my vagina for a week every month? I don’t know why, it’s weird. Now sit.”

“These noises you make. Can I record you? Make you my morning alarm?”

“Can you two flirt while I fuck you?”

“Please?” she whispers. “You don’t have to cuddle. Or kiss me. You can just stay.”

She thinks of this place as her home?

“Why are you so small?” “I shrank in the wash.”

I give them a weak smile. I’m not sure what to say. Surprise? Sorry I almost died? My dramatic exit got interrupted, can I stay here a couple of days until I can try again?

“They each get two days a week with me, and they all share me on a Sunday.”