Page 46 of Crave: A Reverse Harem Romance

I knew what I had to do to get Harlow exactly what she needed, what she wanted.

I went into the living room, collapsing onto my black leather couch as I opened the group message I had going with Ryker and Diesel. We checked this on a daily basis—it was where we told each other anything important we needed to know about the club.

Well, this wasn’t about the club, but I still felt it was damn important.

I began to type to them.

>Me: We all need to talk.

Ryker was the first one to text back.

>Ryker: About what?

>Diesel: About the incident last night?

>Me: No… About Harlow.

>Diesel: What about her?

>Me: I’m not going to beat around the bush. I know you guys both have feelings for her. I do too. And I can see that tensions are building with all of us. We need to sort this out.

>Ryker: But sort this out… how?

>Me: All of us need to talk, the four of us. We need to have a conversation about our feelings, about what exactly this is for all of us. And Harlow needs the opportunity to choose whoever she wants. I know it’s awkward and tense, but I don’t see another way to deal with this. We can’t just keep ignoring what’s right in front of us.

>Diesel: When and where should we talk?

>Me: She’s here right now, if you guys can swing by my house soon.

>Ryker: Yeah, I’ll be there.

>Diesel: Me too.

I breathed a sigh of relief, glad that they were on board with this idea.

>Me: Good. And I just want to remind all of us… whatever happens, we’re all still family to each other. We shouldn’t let this tear us apart.

Neither of them answered that last text, which admittedly made me nervous. Did they feel the same way? Or did they think this actually would tear us apart?

I couldn’t think about that right now. The decision had been made, and Harlow was going to get to decide who she really wanted. That was what I truly cared about.

Although… I supposed I should have told her about it first.

I walked back into the bedroom and she was only beginning to stir again. This time, she opened her eyes and looked at me.

She yawned slightly and extended her arms as she stretched. “Good morning,” she said groggily.

“Morning,” I answered, trying to find the words to explain to her what I’d done.

“How are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m good…” I said quietly.

She looked at me skeptically. “Uh, is something wrong?”

“No. I mean, kind of…”

“What is it, Axel?” she asked me.

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