Harper’s POV
I can’t breathe. Well, I can, but not the kind of deep, calming breath that settles nerves. They’re waiting. All three of them. They aren’t pushing or demanding, but I can feel the weight of their eyes on me, watching. And it’s not just lust. It’s assessment. Curiosity. Hunger held tightly on a leash.
I know what I have to do. This part was clear from the beginning. The first move is mine. I have to show them I’m ready, that I understand what I agreed to by coming here. That I’m not afraid. Or, at the very least, that I’m willing despite the nerves crawling across my skin.
They’re all seated now. Nathan has taken the long couch, arms draped lazily across the back, legs spread slightly, his head tilted just enough to look relaxed. He watches me with calm confidence, that sma
