“You don’t have them when I sleep with you. Hey, I meant sleep beside her, nothing else,” Bray explains when Cyrus smacks him. “I’m fine—” I start, but it’s too late. As if Bray’s words were all the permission they needed, they climb into bed. Asher draws me into his arms, Bray lies between my legs as they push me back, and Cyrus reclines by my side with his back to the door to protect me, reaching for my hand under the covers and holding it tightly.
