Three
Damon didn’t appear during dinner or afterward. The guys and I drank wine, ate popcorn, and watched a cheesy romcom they seemed to enjoy as much as I did.
For most of the evening Theo and I lay stretched out on his couch, him behind me, one arm draped over my side.
Although they brought me food and refilled my glass, neither of the guys touched me with anything more than affection. Every now and again I’d catch them giving me long looks which made my heart skip. That probably sounds strange, given I only knew them for a few hours. For some reason I can’t explain, it didn’t. Everything felt natural and comfortable, like I’d been here with them for years.
If I believed in magic, I might think they put me under some kind of spell. If they had, it seemed to go both ways.
The idea of
