Page 59 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

If they all knew about what had happened with me and each of them, then…

Well, I had no idea what was going to happen next. But it seemed like it wason.

It was subtle at first—a few teasing comments, a well-placed touch here and there.

Mason, brushing his fingers over my wrist as he reached for his drink. Owen, letting his knee rest against mine under thebar. Ethan's low, rumbly voice in my ear, making it impossible to focus on anything else.

And then it wasn’t so subtle.

Mason, leaning in close, his lips just shy of brushing my jaw. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’m gonna start thinking you want something.”

Owen, dragging a finger along the rim of his glass, watching me like he was already planning his next move. “She's got that look, doesn’t she?”

Ethan, all heat and confidence, smirking as he took another slow sip of his drink. “Yeah. She does.”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Because how the hell was I supposed to respond to this?

All of them flirting with me. And not quite as a competition, but more as a unit.

What the hell?

Morgan and Samantha, of course, were eating it up.

Samantha grinned, taking a sip of her margarita. “Damn, Aurora. This is better than reality TV.”

Morgan leaned in. “And the best part? You're the main character, babe.”

I shot them both a glare, but that only made them laugh.

Meanwhile, the guys didn’t seem to care that my friends were openly enjoying my predicament. If anything, they were getting bolder.

Mason leaned an elbow on the bar, his focus entirely on me. “So, babe, tell us…”

“You’ve gotta stop calling me that,” I cut in, gripping my drink like a lifeline.

His lips twitched. “Why?”

“Because,” I said, heat crawling up my neck. “It’s… It’s…”

“Hot?” Owen guessed.

I shot him a look. “No.”

Ethan smirked. “Adorable?”

I groaned. “Stop.”

Mason chuckled. “Oh, I don’t think she wants us to stop, boys.”

My stomach flipped.

I should have shut it down. I should have walked away, come up with some excuse to leave before I completely lost my mind.

But I didn’t. Because truthfully?

I liked it.

I liked the way they looked at me. The way their attention felt like a live wire under my skin.

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