I mean, who wouldn't?

Day 2 Switzerland

Dahlia woke up still in yesterday’s clothes, her mind foggy and blank.

“At least I’m not naked,” she muttered, heading to the bathroom.

She stumbled out of her room, rubbing her head and yawning, and made her way to the kitchen. There, she spotted Lupin sprawled on the couch, shirtless and in just his boxers. She froze, staring.

“Wouldn’t mind having him all night,” Jane whispered from behind, making Dahlia jump.

She laughed. “I mean, who wouldn’t?” then turned and walked into the kitchen to start the coffee. She closed her eyes, feeling a warmth spread through her. Hunter. She knew it was him before he even spoke. His body pressed against her back, hot and familiar. “Missed me?” he murmured.

“Wouldn’t be honest if I said no,” she replied.

He chuckled, turned her around, and kissed her, his hand slipping under her sweater as her body arched into his.

“Get a room, Flora called out.

They laughed, breaking apart.

Lupin appeared in just his shorts, and Flora gave him an appraising look.

“Like what you see?” he smirked, then walked over to Dahlia and kissed her.

Dan, Henry, and Jane strolled into the kitchen, already buzzing with energy.

“Party tonight,” Henry announced, holding up a couple of bottles. “Drinks and snacks are on me. You in?”

Jane grinned. “What do you say, guys?”

Lupin shrugged. “I’m down if Dahlia’s cool with it.”

She nodded. “Fine by me,” she said, then slipped into her room and locked the door behind her.

“I want them both,” she thought to herself, laughing quietly. One more than the other, sure, but she wouldn’t complain either way. “Just lost your virginity and already thinking dirty. Get a grip,” she teased herself as she got dressed.

A knock interrupted her. She opened the door to find Lupin decked out in ski gear, holding a pile of packages.

“What’s all this?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Didn’t know what color you’d like, so I got one of each,” he said casually, dropping the packages on the floor. “Gear up. We’re teaching you to ski.”

She picked the bright blue one, it made her green eyes pop, and walked out to find the others waiting for her, ready to go.

They hit the slopes, Lupin thought her how to stand first. She fell few times on top of him. Eventually she figured it out. Dahlia was a fast learner. By noon she master the small slope.

We go to eat then we try the big slope, Lupin said

Hunter pulled her in his arms, as the jackets came off. I needed a hug, he told her as his lips brushed hers. He had you all morning.

This is getting weird. Dahlia looked between them

Nope, they said together

The cabin- the party

They stepped inside to find the fireplace roaring, the air thick with warmth. Pine branches draped the table, surrounded by a spread of snacks and enough alcohol to fuel a small army. Dahlia slipped away to change, returning just as the chaos was kicking off.

Games started, shots were downed with every loss, and the mood was electric. Jane stood, glass in hand, and launched into a toast that was equal parts heartfelt and ridiculous. Glasses clinked, and everyone drank.

Then Dahlia felt it, something off. Her skin felt like it was burning from the inside. Hunter pulled her into his lap, his kisses sending waves of heat through her. Lupin’s hands slid under her lounge pants, and she melted into them, the room spinning.

Hunter carried her to the bedroom, where everything blurred. She was bare, Lupin’s lips tracing her body while Hunter kissed her with a hunger that left her breathless. She lost count of how many times they brought her to the edge, each moment feeling surreal, like a dream she never wanted to wake from.

Later, she found herself back in Hunter’s lap, Lupin’s hands roaming her back as his mouth claimed hers. Hunter’s touch on her breast drew a loud moan from her, her hand brushing against Lupin’s arousal. Reality flickered in and out, the world fading until it was just them.

In the morning the door swung open. “Girl, what the hell? I told you to get laid, not start a damn ménage à trois,” Todd barked, staring at the scene.

“Todd, chill,” Jason said, stepping in behind him.

Dahlia blinked awake, finding herself draped over Hunter with Lupin’s arms wrapped around her from behind. “Todd?” she mumbled, her vision still blurry.

“Yeah, Todd. Get your ass dressed and come out here. Now,” he snapped, glaring at the two naked men who were now sitting up, looking equally stunned.

Todd lunged forward, but Jason caught his arm. “We’ll be outside,” Jason said, shooting a smirk over his shoulder as he dragged Todd out.

Dahlia glanced between Hunter and Lupin, her hands covering her face. “Last night… that actually happened?”

Lupin pulled her hands down, leaning over her. “Yeah, it did,” he said, kissing her before letting her fall back onto the pillows.

“Jane fucking spiked the drinks,” Hunter muttered, running a hand through his hair.

“My dads are going to murder you both,” Dahlia groaned, half-laughing, half-dreading the inevitable conversation.

They pulled their clothes on and shuffled into the living room, where Todd, Jason, and some guy in a suit were seated. Dahlia walked over and hugged Todd and Jason, her nerves twisting her stomach.

“Girl, I’m… honestly shocked,” Todd said, shooting a pointed look at Hunter and Lupin. “But we’ll circle back to that later. This is Mr. Vanus. Lawyer, PI, guy who tracks down people. Apparently, someone from your family’s been looking for you. So, uh, listen up.”

Dahlia sank into a chair, her mind racing. “Okay…?”

Mr. Vanus cleared his throat. “Ms. Fin, you were born in Netherland, small town, quiet life. Your parents died in what was ruled an accident, but it was later determined to be murder. They left you in the care of a woman named Heidi Kent, a relative of your mother’s. She took you to the U.S. and dropped you at an orphanage.”

Dahlia blinked. “Wait, why? She couldn’t handle me or something?”

Vanus leaned forward, his tone sharp. “Oh, she could’ve.