SCARLETT.We don't leave the bed for the rest of the night.We try every position I can think of—me on top, them on top, bent over the side of the bed, against the window overlooking the city. We use toys I pull from my nightstand. We take turns, pair up, all pile on together.By the time midnight rolls around, I've lost count of how many times I've come.We're taking another break, sprawled across the bed drinking water, when church bells start ringing somewhere in the distance."Merry Christmas," Jackson says, raising his water bottle."Merry Christmas," we all echo.I look at these three strangers who showed up to a party and ended up in my bed, and I feel... good. Satisfied and happy and pleasantly exhausted."Thank you," I say. "For this. For being game. For making this the best Christmas Eve I've ever had.""Are you kidding?" Liam says. "We should be thanking you. This is—I mean—""Life-changing," Marcus supplies."Seriously," Jackson agrees. "I'm pretty sure we're never going t
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