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“Except it’s not dealing with it when she does the same thing night after night, is it?”

Corrado didn’t reply.

“Fine,” Corrado snapped.

Alessio smirked to himself as Corrado kicked the blankets off and jumped out of the bed without another word to his lover he left behind. He listened as footsteps padded across the room, out into the hallway, and faded into the room next door. A quiet hey echoed from Ginevra, followed by a what are you doing before Corrado was back in the bedroom.

He lifted his head from the pillows in enough time to see Corrado set Ginevra on the bed right in the middle. His hands scooted her over as she still looked confused before Corrado got back on his side and found his comfortable position on his side again.

Ginevra blinked. “I was fine over there.”

“No, you weren’t,” Corrado muttered.

“I was.”

Alessio grunted under his breath. “Lies. You twist and turn half the night, and when you fall asleep, it keeps going. Just saying, you could sleep better over here.”

“We’re only sleeping?”

Alessio would have laughed at the question she hinted at, but he didn’t think now was the right time. Corrado saved him from having to say anything.

“This isn’t about sex,” Corrado murmured. “It’s about something you need … sleep, rest, or a recharge—letting someone else take care of you because you’re dealing with shit alone when you don’t have to, Ginny. Just because you think you’re handling it alone doesn’t mean everyone around you isn’t still affected.”

Sleepily, Alessio said, “Exactly.” His tone deepened as he added, “But if it was about sex, though, we’d all be good with that.”

“Les,” Corrado warned.

“I’m not wrong.”

Ginevra let out a soft laugh, but it was the heat lingering behind her nervous energy that took his attention the most. He looked up to see her staring back at him. The same curiosity and lust lit up her gaze.

All right.

“Is that what you want?” he asked her.

Ginevra sucked in a tentative breath. “It wasn’t.”

Corrado made a dark noise from the other side of the bed. “And now?”

“Maybe.”

“I don’t do maybes, kitten.”

Consent always mattered here.

Clear, unquestionable consent.

It had to.

Alessio rolled to his back, deciding he would settle this for all. He figured it had been one thing for Ginevra when she was dealing with these men one at a time, but when they were close like this, both near with her in the middle … she had to get stuck in her head.

It wasn’t that deep.

“Think about it,” Alessio murmured, “he will tuck you against him on your side, get his hands between your thighs, make you crazy, and after, he’s going to fuck you while I enjoy the show, Ginevra. That’s it, that’s all. And you get to fall asleep fucked, happy, and on top of the blankets the way you like. But if you would prefer to overthink it until you think it to fucking death, fine, we can do that, too.”

Corrado chuckled. “There you go.”

“I thought …” She trailed off, her voice faint.