Page 65 of They Are Mine

We’re going to have messy, breathtaking, unforgettable body-paint sex.

All three of us.

Me, Noah… and Orion.

I don’t waste the next week.

Because details matter.

Every little habit, every preference, every piece of information, I need it all.

I find out, Orion has a sweet tooth.

You wouldn’t expect it, not from a man built like a fucking war god, but it makes sense. With a body like that, his metabolism must burn through anything he eats.

Noah is a health-food type, but me and Orion?

We’ll feed each other sweets.

I can picture it.

The two of us in my kitchen. Flour dusting the counter, chocolate smeared at the corner of his mouth, my fingers sliding through the batter.

Feeding him.

Letting him feed me.

I shiver.

Soon.

But first?

The Tammy problem.

She won’t let him go.

I knew she was pathetic, but now it’s almost embarrassing.

She’s pushing him. Hard.

Texting. Calling. Showing up at his house. Begging.

At times, I think he might break.

Not because he wants her. But because she’s relentless.

Almost blackmailing him.

And that? That doesn’t sit right with me.

That and…

She kept something important to him.

His military tags.

Who the fuck does that?

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