The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the living room. I woke up slowly, my body deliciously sore and sticky. Noah’s arm was draped heavily over my waist, his face buried in the crook of my neck. Ethan lay on my other side, his hand resting possessively on my thigh. The memories of last night flooded back — the wine, the confessions, the way they had both taken me, one after the other, while the other watched.I shifted slightly, and Noah stirred, his hazel eyes opening to meet mine. There was no regret in them, only a deep, possessive hunger.“Morning, Liv,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. He leaned in and kissed me slowly, deeply, his tongue sliding against mine as his hand cupped my breast, squeezing gently. I moaned softly into his mouth, my body responding instantly despite the lingering ache.Ethan woke up moments later, watching us with dark, hooded eyes. The jealousy was there, sharp and unmistakable, but so was the arousal. He didn
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