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Share Us
“What about it?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow and trying to figure out what he was getting at.
“We’ve agreed to share you,” he casually announced, and I stilled immediately.
His slurred words hung in the air, thick and heavy.
“Share me?”I echoed breathlessly, my disbelief clear as the words dripped from my lips.
He couldn’t have possibly said that. I was hearing things. I was tired and this was probably a dream, and I was bound to wake up at any moment soon, right?
I should pinch myself.
“Yup! Two Murphys for the price of one!” he exclaimed. He lay back on my bed with an easy nonchalance, his heavy-lidded gaze slowly drifting shut. The bed creaked under his weight, and I stood up, pacing back and forth as I tried to figure out what the hell was going on.
“Wait…” I exclaimed. “You can’t be serious.”
I couldn’t have heard that right. It wasn’t possible. I was just wanting to hear what I wanted to hear after having such a sordid fantasy of the two of them sharing me together. That was all this was.
I pinched myself, whimpering loudly as a fierce sting of pain hurtled through me and I realized that this probably wasn’t a dream after all.
I reached out to touch him to see if he was real, but his features had already softened with the soothing embrace of sleep.
His eyelids concealed his mischievous blue eyes, and his face lost the mirthful grin, allowing his handsome features to relax. I watched the rise and fall of his broad chest, his breathing steady and calm. The scent of alcohol that had clung to him when he first entered had now mellowed into a more subtle note, and then he started to snore lightly.
With a quiet sigh, I sat back down on the bed for a moment, my own thoughts spinning, and then I stood back up.
I couldn’t stay still.
As I paced back and forth, my mind swirled with a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. The proposition Connor had made hung in the air, heavy and surreal, leaving me utterlyconfused. Sharing a life with two men, two brothers no less, was beyond any expectation I’d ever had.
It didn’t feel real.
My heart raced with uncertainty, and I couldn’t help but question the depth of my feelings for both Connor and Caden. In Connor’s absence, had my connection with Caden grown stronger? I couldn’t deny the spark between us, the unspoken tension that had been building.
Connor, lost in a deep slumber on my bed, seemed blissfully ignorant of the chaos he’d unleashed. A part of me longed to wake him, to demand answers and clarity, but another part hesitated. Did I truly want to know the extent of his offer, or was it easier to let the ambiguity linger?
What if this was just some cruel joke that he and his brother had decided to play on me? Would they toy with my feelings like that?
Even as I tried to convince myself that this was nothing more than a jest, I knew that neither twin would do that to me. Connor, though playful at times, wouldn’t go that far. Caden wasn’t deceptive either.
Maybe Connor was just really drunk, and that’s all this was. I chewed my lip, looking to the doorway and trying to figure out what to do.
I needed to talk to Caden, and it needed to be now.
Iwent to search for Caden right away.
I quietly descended the staircase, each step echoing through the silent house. Downstairs, I drifted through the darkness of the living room and the dining room until I caught sight of the soft glow of overhead lights illuminating the kitchen.
Once I passed the threshold, I saw him sitting at the kitchen island with a half-filled pint of Guinness in front of him. His brooding silhouette, bathed in the soft illumination of the chandelier above his head, drew me in like a moth to a flame. He turned his head as I entered, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of contemplation and curiosity.
“What are you doing awake, naughty girl?” he asked, and my heart seized at his words.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I lied, and he lifted his brow like he didn’t believe me. In an instant, my cheeks flooded with embarrassment.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he quipped, his words slightly slurred.
I glanced down at his beer and then back at him. With a bashful smile, he shrugged his shoulders, and I shook my head.
He was drunk too, but much less so than Connor, which to be honest could be good because maybe he wouldn’t be that guarded about his responses. I could use that to my advantage.
