Callie’s POV
I didn’t want to pull away from them.
And that was still the most terrifying thing of all.
Rain hammered against the motel windows behind us while I remained trapped between both of their bodies, breathing unevenly against Jonas’s mouth while Asher continued kissing my neck slowly, as if he were afraid of moving too fast and breaking something fragile between the three of us.
But nothing felt fragile anymore.
Not the way it had before.
My fingers still clung to Jonas’s shirt while I tried to catch my breath, and yet every time one of them touched me again, the warmth returned immediately, slow, deep, spreading beneath my skin in a way that made it impossible to think clearly.
It wasn’t only desire.
God, I wished it were only that.
It was something far more dangerous.
