Page 113 of Freestyle
But then he looks at me like that, and everything inside me falters. I love him. I do. Fiercely. Stupidly. In ways that undo me and still feel like the safest place I’ve ever known.
So I don’t speak. I just let the silence stretch and reach for him the way I always do.
Gray doesn’t say a word as he takes my hand and guides me upstairs, past the rooms I’ve known and into one I haven’t. The door swings open and my breath stalls.
It’s beautiful. Expansive. Too much. The bed’s massive, bigger than any king-sized thing I’ve ever seen, dressed in deep charcoal sheets that look like they were poured from ink. There’s a bathroom off to the right that gleams with marble and gold fixtures like something from a five-star hotel. It’s not just a room. It’s a statement.
And then I see him.
Phoenix stands near the window, arms crossed, watching me with that unreadable look he wears when he’s thinking too loudly. The sunlight slices across his face, making his eyes look even sharper, dangerous, exquisite.
My heart kicks hard. Gray closes the door behind me, and the sound echoes too loud in my chest.
“What is this?” I manage, voice quieter than I intended.
Phoenix steps forward slowly. “It’s yours. Ours, if you want it.”
Gray nods, voice low behind me. “A space that’s just for us. A place where you sleep, not crash. Where you rest without looking over your shoulder.”
I turn in a slow circle, trying to absorb everything; the size, the detail, the impossibility. It’s overwhelming. Luxurious. Thoughtful. And I hate how much it means to me. I’ve never depended on anyone in my life, and now I have Gray and Phoenix who want me to lean on them.I love them, but can I truly trust them completely?
“You love us,” Phoenix says gently, stepping close enough that I feel the heat of him. “So let us love you back the way we know how.”
I blink fast, fighting whatever’s clawing up in my chest. The room is everything I didn’t ask for, everything I didn’t know I needed.
“I love you,” I whisper, because it’s true. Because in this moment, it’s the only thing that matters.
Phoenix reaches for me slowly, like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he moves too fast. His fingers brush the inside of my wrist, light as breath, and it’s ridiculous how that single touch cracks something open in me.
Gray stands behind me still, solid and quiet, his presence heat at my back. I don’t look at either of them yet. I just let myself feel safe, wanted, pulled in like gravity’s finally claimed me.
“We thought…” Phoenix starts, but I stop him with a look. He smiles softly, and his hand slides to my hip, fingertips curving over bare skin where my shirt has risen.
“You feel like home,” I whisper, and the words come out raw. Honest. Not dressed up. Not restrained.
Gray moves closer, one hand settling on my shoulder, and I lean into him. I’m surrounded, drenched in them. I want to pull away just enough to see their faces and memorize the way they look at me—like I’m not just someone they love, but someone they’d rewrite their lives for.
Phoenix tilts my chin toward him and kisses me slowly, unhurried, like he has all the time in the world to show me what he means when he says I’m his.
Gray brushes my hair back, lips ghosting along my neck, grounding me in warmth and want. I feel like I’m floating, heavy and weightless at once. They touch me like they’ve missed me, even though they’ve never really let me go.
“Get on the bed,” he whispers in my ear then licks a path down my neck.
The words aren’t rough. They’re reverent, like he’s inviting me, claiming me, offering something that has nothing to do with control and everything to do with trust.
My pulse stutters. The air feels thicker now, threaded with heat and anticipation. I glance at Phoenix, who’s still in front of me, watching silently, but it’s not distance in his eyes. It’s restraint.
I move slowly, deliberately. Not because I’m hesitating, but because this moment deserves gravity. I climb onto thebed, the sheets cool against my skin and sit in the center, heart loud in my chest.
Gray walks to the edge, standing tall like he’s memorizing the sight of me there. Then he joins me, and the mattress shifts beneath his weight.
Phoenix crosses the room, quiet and fluid. He leans down, brushing a kiss against my temple.
“Everything we do tonight,” he says softly, “is because we love you.”
I close my eyes for a beat, letting it settle. Letting it become real. Their hands, their voices, their devotion.
Phoenix’s fingers move slowly, reverent in their precision. He doesn’t rush as he peels the layers away like secrets only he’s allowed to uncover. My breath catches as his eyes stay locked with mine, not flinching, not blinking, not letting me disappear behind nerves or uncertainty.
