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I smirk and shake my head before shifting my gaze back up to Jace’s eyes.

“I knew the moment I saw you tied to that chair that I wanted you,” he confesses. “I know we should have gone about this in a better way, but answer me honestly. If we had told you we wanted you, what would you have done?”

I shrug. “Probably thought you were joking and brushed you off.”

“Exactly. We wanted you to live out your fantasies and also show you how a woman should be treated. If, after all this, you still don’t want us, we’ll respect that. But, baby, know we want you. Willow, you fit with us.”

I look over at Zac, giving him a chance to say something. “I would be lying if I said I was on boardwith this at first?—”

“For context, he was on the fence about me joining their relationship as well,” Micah adds.

“I was. I hate the thought of being alone, yet letting people in is harder because it gives them the power to leave you.”

I look at all three men and blink through the tears. Jace grabs my hands and pulls me into his body. “We are so sorry for lying to you. It was only supposed to be for one night, but we couldn’t let you go. Now here we are, begging you to give us a chance, to date us, and see if maybe this could be it for you.”

“And what if it’s not?”

“Then, at the very least, I really hope we can be friends. I think you are an amazing person, and I’d like to get to know you.”

I really want to believe what Jace is saying, and before I know it, Zac and Micah are on either side of us, all three of them holding me.

“What about our parents? They won’t be okay with any of this.”

Micah chuckles. “Were you not the one who told me “fuck what they think”? It’s the reason I invited Jace and Zac to lunch.”

“I need to think about this. I’m overwhelmed right now, and I don’t know what to think. My subconscious wants to creep in and tell me I’m not good enough forany of you. That I’m too fat for men who look like you.”

Zac scoffs. “You are not too fucking fat; you are perfect exactly how you are.”

“I love that you have an ass I can dig my fingers into,” Micah says, squeezing one of the cheeks in question.

“And I get hard as stone when I think about biting your hip and sinking my teeth in.”

“Zac,” Jace admonishes with a laugh. “Give the poor woman some context or she might think you want to eat her.”

Zac smiles. “Oh, I do want to eat her out, but show her your tattoos.”

Jace turns, and I smirk at the bite mark and theProperty of Zactattooed on his ass. Micah pulls his shirt over his head, and he has the same teeth marks tattooed on his shoulder. I shiver at the thought that this beautiful man would consider wanting to mark me. Willow Marie Lewis, the chubby Goody Two-Shoes,me.

“You’re beautiful, Willow, inside and out,” Micah says with certainty. “Just because you’re not what society deems conventionally attractive doesn’t mean that we don’t think you are. You’re hot, beautiful, sexy, intelligent, caring, and everything that we have been wanting in our life. I admit I was scared for you to meetJace and Zac, but only because I knew Jace would instantly see what I could, and he can be relentless?—”

“You’re welcome,” Jace interrupts with a chuckle, and Micah flips him off before he continues.

“I was scared to want you, for all the reasons you are scared to want us, but you changed my mind. If you could so easily accept us for who we are, then fuck everyone else.”

Zac shocks me by moving forward and taking my hands. “Please forgive us. We didn’t intend to deceive or embarrass you. We wanted to empower you to take control and love yourself. Please don’t walk away from us.”

I blink away the tears as years and years of self-doubt swirls around in my head. Yet with how the three of them are looking at me, it all begins to melt away.

Chapter Twelve

Jace

After our discussion, Willow went to her room, leaving us to wonder if we screwed everything up. Zac and I might not have known her as long, but Willow is the kind of woman that once you meet her, it changes your life.

Zac sits with his head in his hands. He grappled with the thought of letting her in, and now the possibility that she might walk away has hit him hard.

“She will come around, I know it,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.

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