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“Rich folk?” I don’t like her worried expression.

“Yeah. His father has a construction firm in Arizona.”

“Sawyer?”

“Yeah, Faye?”

“Don’t tell him about me. It’ll ruin everything for you.”

“But Asher says he’s not like that. He won’t judge us.”

She leans closer to the glass. “Sawyer, please. I’m begging you. Don’t tell him about me. I’ve screwed things up enough for you and Pip and Ash. Please, Sawyer. I don’t want one more person to pay penance to. Even if he’s nice, rich folk are different people.”

“Okay, Faye. Okay,” I say, because she’s not wrong. Even if Reece is different, he’s got a real nasty father. And if Reece’s father is giving him trouble – trouble he’s not telling us about – then maybe it’s best that I keep quiet about Faye. At least for now. I don’t want to make things worse for Reece.

Chapter 50

Reece

At first, I declined to spend the night alone with Asher. But Sawyer pulled me close and told me about how he and Asher discussed my staying over while they fucked the night before.

“It makes me hard knowing what he’ll be doing to you all night long,” he said before he kissed me goodbye.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

He didn’t answer, and I didn’t push it.

So, here I am, in Asher and Sawyer’s bedroom with an overnight bag. Asher is in the shower, and I decide a dozen times to just go in there and join him. One time, I make it to the door. Another time, my hand is actually on the handle about to turn. But each time, I back away. I’m not that brave. Either that, or I’m incredibly stupid.

Asher exits the bathroom. To my surprise, he’s fully clothed. It’s disappointing, but also . . . it feels normal. Like we don’t have to be walking around naked with boners every time we’re in each other’s presence.

It feels almost like when I watch him with Sawyer. They’re settled in each other. They can fuck whenever they want. And sometimes maybe they don’t feel like it. Maybe sometimes it’s hard and rough and desperate. And other times it’s tender and unhurried. And maybe other times it’s boring.

That’s how I want to be with them. Individually or together, I want it to be normal. Boring, sometimes. I want the settledness that they have.

Asher pulls me into his arms. His hands settle on my waist. “Are you nervous?” he asks. “That it’s just us?”

I open my mouth to speak but no words come out, so I nod. Then, clearing my throat, I try again, “A little. Are you and Sawyer really okay with it being just the two of us?”

He grins. “Why? Are you going to steal me away from him?”

I laugh. “Be serious, Ash.”

“What are you really asking me, Reece?”

“I feel like I’m taking something away from Sawyer.”

“You’re not.”

“I feel like I don’t deserve this.”

“You do.”

I laugh again. “Stop that.”

“Are you worried it’ll feel too good? That it’ll feel like the old days and we’ll forget about Sawyer?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

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