Amelia’s POV
I woke up later that afternoon with sunlight pouring through my curtains. My body felt heavy, like it had been through a war. Every movement reminded me of last night. My thighs ached, my back was sore, and there was a deep, tender feeling between my legs that made my face heat up. I sat up slowly and looked down at myself.
My neck and chest were covered in small red marks—hickeys and light bruises from their mouths. My wrists had faint fingerprints where they had held me. I touched one gently and shivered. The memories came rushing back without warning.
Lucas’s green eyes staring into mine as he moved inside me. Luke’s hands gripping my hips from behind. The way they kissed me like they couldn’t get enough. Their voices whispering how beautiful I was, how perfect I felt. F
