Page 50 of My Cowboy Trouble
"Alone," I clarify.
"If that's what you want," he says, but his thumb is stroking my cheekbone, and his eyes are saying something different.
"It is. For tonight."
"Just tonight?" Gavin asks hopefully.
"I don't know. Maybe. Probably not. Fuck, I don't know anything anymore."
"You know you want us," Asher says simply.
"Yeah," I admit. "I do."
"Then the rest is just details," Trent says, finally stepping back. "Go to bed, Kenzie. We'll be here when you figure it out."
I'm almostto my room when footsteps follow me up the stairs. All three of them, because apparently they travel as a pack now.
"Seriously?" I ask, turning to face them.
"You forgot this," Trent says, holding out my phone.
"Oh. Thanks." I reach for it, and our fingers brush. He doesn't let go immediately.
"Kenzie—"
"It's okay," I say quickly. "I get it. Last night happened. We all want it to happen again. But we should be smart about this."
"Since when are any of us smart about you?" Gavin asks.
"Since reality exists and I'm leaving in twenty-two days."
"Twenty-two and a half," Asher corrects. "But who's counting?"
"All of us, apparently."
We're standing in the hallway, me backed against my door, them arranged in front of me like some kind of cowboy wall of temptation ready to eat me alive.
"This is complicated," I say.
"Everything worth doing is," Trent says.
"That's not true. Lots of simple things are worth doing. Like... eating ice cream. Or watching movies. Or?—"
"Fucking all three of us until you can't remember your own name?" Gavin suggests.
"That's not simple!"
"It was last night," Asher points out. "Pretty straightforward, actually. You wanted us, we wanted you, everyone got what they wanted. Multiple times."
"That was different. That was... heat of the moment."
"And this?" Trent steps closer. "What's this?"
"This is... proximity and hormones and really bad decision-making skills."
"Sounds perfect," Gavin says.
"You would think that."
