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The three of them cracked up, and when the laughter faded away, they sat quietly, simply looking at each other, and Luca felt every bit of strain that had existed between them for years completely fade away.
“I guess it’s true what they say,” Luca said after a moment or two.
“What’s that?” Harper asked softly.
“With age comes wisdom. Because I definitely kissed the wrong person that day in the library.”
Conor drew in an audible breath, his brow creasing. “What are you saying?”
Luca shifted forward until his leg was flush against Harper’s, crooking his finger. Conor responded, moving toward him until the two of them sandwiched her between them. “I’ve never kissed a man.”
“You haven’t?” Conor murmured.
Luca shook his head in response. “I didn’t get to be your first, but maybe you could be mine.”
“I should—” Harper whispered.
“Don’t move,” Luca demanded. At the same time Conor said, “Stay.”
Conor’s gaze slipped to his lips, just like they had that day in the library. Luca could see it all so clearly now.
God, he’d been an idiot all those years ago. He swiped his tongue along his lower lip, closing the distance even more…until no space remained.
Conor’s lips were warm, soft, and a hell of a lot less timid than Luca might have expected. It was as if too many years of pent-up need bubbled to the surface, and it erupted like lava from a volcano. For a split second, their lips merely touched, and then—it was fucking fireworks.
Conor gripped Luca’s shirt, fisting the material, as Luca tilted his head, pushing his lips against his harder, driving the kiss further. Luca snaked one of his hands around Conor’s neck, gripping his nape tightly, his other landing on his thigh, squeezing.
For several minutes, they fought for dominance, a battle of lips, tongue, and teeth, and breath hot enough to singe. Luca was the first to shift away, to catch his breath, because even as Conor’s kiss blew his fucking mind, he was ultra-aware there was someone else there…watching them.
And he had to know, had to see…
Luca’s gaze drifted from Conor’s flushed cheeks to Harper’s. She had leaned forward, her eyes locked on them, her warm breath tickling Luca’s face.
“Holy shit. That was so hot,” Harper whispered.
Luca didn’t bother to hold back his grin at her words.
Conor twisted slowly to look at her, and with both of their gazes on her, it seemed as if she came to her senses. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be…” She glanced around the room, and Luca could tell she was thinking about leaving.
“Don’t,” he said, his tone sharper than he’d intended.
Harper didn’t respond. Instead, she looked at Conor, and it felt as if she wasn’t going to listen to Luca if Conor didn’t agree.
“I already told you. Stay.” Conor grasped her hand. He lifted it, kissed her knuckles, and Harper offered no resistance. They crowded together, a tight, close circle of three.
Conor bent toward Harper and gave her the softest, gentlest of kisses, and Luca swore he felt the impact of it as strongly as the rough kiss he and Conor had just shared. The moment Conor and Harper parted, Luca was there.
Unlike Conor, he couldn’t hold back because the second his lips touched hers, he knew.
God.
He knew.
It was magic, hot, and hungry. She tasted spicy and sweet—barbeque sauce and wine. His new favorite flavor.
Harper pulled away slightly, her lips a mere inch from Luca’s as the three of them shared the same space, the same air.
“What’s going on?” she whispered.
