I woke up feeling so goddamn warm and content, like I was wrapped in a cocoon of love and affection. And honestly? I was. Cradled between these three men—three men who had somehow managed to forgive me for acting out, for not thinking things through, for just doing whatever my heart screamed at me to do—I felt safe in a way I hadn’t felt in years. Maybe ever.
A smile spread slowly across my cheeks, and I couldn’t stop it even if I’d wanted to. My face practically beamed up at the ceiling, basking in a kind of happiness that felt rare, almost sacred. It was like I’d been handed something priceless—something that couldn’t be bought, couldn’t be earned, and definitely couldn’t be forced. Something real. Something honest. Something drenched in forgiveness, healing, and unconditional affection
