Page 105 of They Are Mine

Hot college girl invites you over, feeds you lasagna, and suddenly it’s an orgy.

The meal first is a nice touch.

Noah, ever the composed one, sets his fork down carefully. Methodical. Thoughtful.

Then he looks at me.

“This is a first for me,” he says. Like we’re discussing a new restaurant. “You?”

I blink at him.

I glance at Juliet, who is still sitting there, eating her food like she didn’t just suggest that we all fuck after dessert.

Then I look back at Noah.

“Yeah,” I say.

And then?

Juliet grins.

Fucking grins.

Like she just won the sex lottery.

She lets out a tiny, delighted giggle, then claps her hands together like a kid on Christmas morning.

“I’ll be your first,” she practically purrs. “Both of you.” She leans forward, eyes bright, thrilled, devious. “That’s something special.”

I swear to god, she fucking twinkles.

Like she just convinced us to adopt a puppy together.

“We’ll celebrate this night yearly,” she announces.

I choke on my drink.

Noah rubs his temple, sighing.

The yearly orgy?

This is happening.

I stare at both of them.

Noah, looking resigned but not at all unwilling.

Juliet, smug as hell, breaks another bite of bread like she’s already planned the invitations.

Am I doing this?

Yes.

Hell yes.

BecauseJuliet.

And Noah was right.

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