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He smiles. “If my dad were open to sharing, I think we’d have a damn good time playing tug of war with you, but I take it from you feeling the need to have this conversation with me, he’s not.”

I shake my head.

Jonathan nods. “All right. No big deal. At least we got to have a little fun, right?” he adds with a wink.

My cheeks warm and I have to look away, but I can’t suppress a small smile despite my embarrassment.

“I’m glad I got to be a couple of your firsts.”

“A couple?”

“First fuck. First pregnancy scare.” He sighs and spreads his arms out across the back of the couch in an exaggerated show of male pride.

“Ugh, you’re the worst,” I tell him, but I can’t stop smiling.

“And hey, you never know. Once my dad stops worrying I’m trying to steal you from him, maybe he’ll ease up on the restrictions and gift me a night with you for my birthday or something,” he continues. “I’m a Sagittarius, so I do have a birthday coming up soon. And then there’s Christmas… I’m just saying, the guy could save a lot of money.”

I sigh heavily with exasperation. “Why do I like you?”

“My good looks? My charm? My natural athleticism?”

“Must be your humility,” I deadpan.

He grabs the beer I brought him and takes a swig. “Nah, can’t be that.”

I feel so much lighter than I did when I came in here.

I’m still not 100 percent sure how to juggle my dynamics with both of them without stepping on any toes, but when Jonathan grabs me around the waist and pulls me against his side right as his dad comes into the room, I look to Milo rather than scramble away to see what he thinks.

“Am I interrupting?” Milo asks dryly.

“Nah, have a seat,” Jonathan says, flicking a glance at his dad as if it’s all perfectly natural. “We’re just enjoying a little family time. Kennedy needed a cuddle. Wanna watch something?” he asks without preamble.

Milo’s gaze moves between us, studying our energy before taking a seat beside me. “I suppose we can start something while we wait for dinner.”

Magnanimously, Jonathan gestures to me with his beer. “You want to take over?”

“If you don’t mind,” Milo says dryly.

“Nah, I was just filling the void while she waited for you. Story of my life.”

“Oh, my god,” I say, burying my face in my hands.

Milo reaches around my waist and drags me closer to him. I curl my legs up on the couch behind me so my feet are close to Jonathan’s legs and lean into Milo’s solid warmth.

Even though he doesn’t seem bothered that I was cuddling with Jonathan, I feel the need to make sure. When he said Jonathan’s access to my body had to be cut off, I assumed he meant only sexually, not harmless affection.

Peering up at him, I pepper his strong jaw with tiny kisses to get his attention.

He knows what I’m doing, but he makes me work for it for a minute before he gives me what he knows I want. When he does, he smirks, finally deigning to meet my gaze. “You have the tendencies of a kitten when you aren’t sure if I’m mad at you.”

“Meow,” I tease, nuzzling him.

He reaches over with his big hand to stroke my face. I hadn’t thought of it that way, but I do love when he pets me. I bask in his attention now that I’ve earned it, lapping up the affection he doles out like a hungry kitten at mealtime.

Maybe Jonathan’s nicknamedoessuit me.

All my life, I’ve lacked the security of a safe home, a loving, reliable family, even the consistent expectation of a hot meal to fill my belly.

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