Page 142 of Well That Happened

Not a peck. Not some shy littlemaybe-this-is-okaybrush of lips.

A real kiss.

Slow. Deep. Bold.

His hand immediately curls around my waist, and for one dizzy second, the world tilts.

Then I pull back, turn, and walk to Grayson.

His eyes open. He blinks once.

“Your turn,” I say simply.

He doesn’t need more than that.

Grayson stands, cups my face, and kisses me like I’m gravity and he’s finally letting himself fall. He doesn’t rush it. He never does. It’s careful, like reverence—anddamnif it doesn’t make my knees weak.

I exhale shakily when he pulls back.

Then I pivot to Caleb, who’s already grinning like the smug menace he is.

“Took you long enough,” he says.

I kiss him too—hot, playful, full of tongue and zero shame.

When I finally step back, I swipe my thumb across his lower lip. “There. Now we’re even.”

The room is very, very quiet.

“I just…” I pause, pressing a hand over my heart. “It feelsso goodnot to hide it anymore.”

Hunter’s jaw ticks.

Grayson shifts like he’s trying to decide if he should be breathing right now.

And Caleb?

Caleb announces, “Well, I’m officially horny as fuck.”

Everyone groans.

“Jesus Christ,” Hunter mutters.

“Why are you like this?” Grayson deadpans.

“I have a medical condition,” Caleb says, unrepentant. “It’s called being in love with a goddess and watching her kiss two other dudes in front of me.”

The room goes dead silent.

My stomach does a weird little flip.

“What?” I say—too fast, too high-pitched.

Grayson looks at Caleb likereally, man?

Hunter mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like “unbelievable.”

Caleb just shrugs. “What? I’m emotionally evolved.”

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