8Soren opened his eyes at the sound of his phone buzzing. Nina was still sprawled out against his legs. Aedan had shifted to her side, his arms draped around her. Soren shook his head, smiling to himself. He combed his fingers through his hair and sat up in the bed as his phone buzzed again. “You’ll both have to excuse me,” he said, carefully pulling his legs out from underneath Nina.
She stirred, her eyes opening, and Soren nearly forgot what he was doing. Even if she likes Aedan better than me, we have to keep her, he thought. His phone buzzed again and Soren swung his legs over the edge of the bed, standing up quickly to retrieve it.
“So, love,” Aedan said behind him, “what do you think about us sharing you now?” Soren kicked at the clothing scattered around on Aedan’s floor, looking
