Mia
The room was quiet after the storm.
The silence that followed was alive; breathing, pulsing, humming with something larger than us. My skin still tingled where their hands had been, where warmth lingered like the ghost of firelight. I could hear our hearts, three rhythms, trying to learn one another’s beat.
Brynn’s hand brushed a stray curl from my face, his touch feather-light, reverent. Frynn was behind me, his breath steady against my shoulder, his warmth a soft wall that anchored me in the spinning stillness. I should have felt shy, small even, caught between the two of them, but I didn’t.
For the first time in my life, I felt whole.
We weren’t just three bodies tangled in the afterglow. We were something ancient, a constellation realigning itself after centuries of being torn
