Page 113 of Play Dirty

Grayson, beside me.

Sebastian, behind.

This wasn’t about heat anymore.

The hot house was electric, and thankfully on. It was used so much the guys never turned it off. The door opened with a creak. Warmth spilled out instantly — thick, heavy, almost suffocating, after the cold.

Immediately the guys began shedding their clothes.

All their clothes.

“Wha—”

“Towels only,” Ares said.

I blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You heard him,” Grayson said, already grabbing one.

Sebastian hesitated, but only for a moment. He grabbed one too.

I stood there for half a second. Then—

Sebastian handed me one.

I stared at it.

Holy shit.

The remainder of the guys’ clothes hit the floor. I tried not to look.

Failed.

Ares didn’t hide anything. Grayson was deliberate. Sebastian turned just enough to make it worse.

My heart became a jackhammer, thundering away in my chest.

This is nothing.

It wasn’t nothing.

We stepped inside, and the heat wrapped around me instantly. It soaked into my skin, pulling something loose in my chest that had nothing to do with temperature.

Ares sat first, then Grayson across from him. Sebastian took a seat beside him.

Leaving—

Me.

In the middle.

Again.

“Comfortable?” Grayson asked lightly.

“Thrilled,” I shot back.

Ares huffed.