Three Swedish Mountain Men
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“You don’t touch her, you don’t talk to her, you don’t fucking look at her,” I snap. “Do you understand me?”
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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.  
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“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.” 
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Cole stops pacing abruptly by the window, staring out at the snow, and growls something.  “Use human words, Nalle,” Eli mumbles. “We’ve been over this. We don’t speak bear.” 
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“I’M NOT LOSING BOTH OF YOU!” Cole roars, getting right in his face. “YOU’VE ALREADY TAKEN HER AWAY FROM ME, YOU’RE NOT FUCKING DYING AS WELL!”  
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I wouldn’t be scared of Cole if he came into my bedroom with a chainsaw. He’d probably just be building me a bedside cabinet, or something.
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Well. My hips. It’s only up to Cole’s thighs. He sees me struggling, and his mouth quirks. “Why are you so small?”  “I shrank in the wash.”  “Come on.” He makes to pick me up, and I stumble back. “No! Your shoulder!” “It’s fine. I don’t want you getting too cold.”  “I can make it,” I insist. He reaches for me again, and I glare at him. “Pick me up, and I’ll kick you in the dick so hard your balls fall out of your mouth.”
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He gives me a little shake. “I thought you were dead, woman. I need to fuckin’ hold you.”
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“You always do the thing that keeps you safe,” he says gruffly. “Always. No exceptions. We will deal with the consequences after. You never jeopardise your safety just to make someone else happy.”
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There’s a few beats of silence.  “I know you’re a bit of a caveman, Nalle,” Eli says, “but that has to be the weirdest one-word sentence you’ve ever come out with.” 
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“I have some. Can you get it? It’s in my washbag.” All three men turn and stare at me.  I flush. “What?”  “That’s hot,” Riven says, leaving.  “Is it cherry-flavoured?” Eli asks. “Nope.”  He flops back in relief, eyeing me as I peel off my t-shirt. “Thank God. I still have something to offer in this relationship.”