One Mate Was Never Enough
On the third day, Ethan pulled me down to press his cheek against my hair, murmuring something sleepy and affectionate.
Across the room Tristan turned to look at the window with the focused attention of a man examining the architecture of the city outside with great and urgent interest.
I saw all of it, and I filed it away because this is obviously I do not know how to deal with. I’ve never had two brothers falling for me, or rather, I’ve never been in love with two brothers at the same time...
Until now...
That evening, as visiting hours ended and I was gathering my things from the chair I'd claimed as mine for three days, Tristan appeared beside me.