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Where did they go? Lifting to an elbow, she noted their clothes were
gone off the floor. They left? The house was silent. Not a flicker of
sound told her they were still there.
She was alone in her home once more. And she’d never felt
more deserted in her life. But why would they leave? They’d said
they wanted to be with her. They’d both said they wanted to try to
create something special, something deeper. Then why would they
leave? She stuffed her face into the pillow, the one Troy had slept on
and found his scent still clinging to it. Clutching the other, she held
Angel’s pillow with it, burying her face into them.
The scar. She knew it would be too much. She knew her past
would ruin things, but she felt stronger around them. They hadn’t
laughed or ridiculed her at any time. She’d honestly begun to believe
them. She’d been able to take a chance and let herself care. To
believe in the fantasy.
She snorted. Yeah, heck of a fantasy. Two men, and you. At
least she hadn’t let her feelings slip. That would have been
humiliating.
Dejected, she worked her way out of bed, cleaning up the
room on the way to the bathroom. There wasn’t much, but the signs
of last night lingered. The robe, a crumpled washcloth. And several
condoms on the nightstand by her bed. Opening the drawer, she
dumped those into it, then left for the bathroom to shower.
Twenty minutes later she was in the kitchen drinking a glass
of juice. Something in the living room caught her eye. Walking
forward, confusion filled her. The gaming console was still there,
where they’d left it the night before. They didn’t take it with them?
Were they in that much of a hurry to leave? Had it all been a
lie? How much? Had they meant any of it? She feared now that
she’d let herself care, the truth was too obvious. She knew they were
younger, impulsive. But she’d wanted to believe. And now she was
alone.
Pain stabbed her, right below her heart, and she wrapped an
arm around her middle to stave off the ache. Whirling, she stormed
into to the kitchen to throw the rest of her juice out.
Just as she was about to begin ripping cords out of sockets,
the doorbell rang. She yanked the door open instead. “What?”
Troy blinked, his brown eyes filling with confusion. “Honey,
what’s wrong?”
She glared at him. “Don’t call me that. Just get your damn
game and go.”
“Wha-What? Why?”
He stumbled, being pushed from behind into the house.
“Jerk,” Troy muttered pointedly at Angel, who leaned on the closed
door, crossing his arms.
“Okay, first, why are you yelling? And why do you want us to
leave?” Thunderheads gathered over his gaze as he waited, meeting
her glare for glare.
“Couldn’t get out of here fast enough, could you? Was any of
it real? You got what you wanted, now get your game and get out!”
“Get out—” Troy and Angel shared a stupefied look. “Honey,
we went home to shower and change clothes.”
She felt the blood drain from her face. “You did?” It was
horrid that her voice chose that moment to squeak.
They both nodded.
“In fact, it was something we wanted to talk to you about, to
think about.”
She cleared her throat, trying to quickly move past her doubts
and faux pas. “What was?”
“If you’d be okay if we left clothes here. We know it’s too soon
to talk about moving in together, but we’re all in this, and we all get
a say.” They both seemed confused, and a little hurt. Damn it!
It was all Michelle could do to stare blankly at Troy. “You
left…for clothes…to keep here?”
Angel straightened off the door. “Michelle, it’s time you
accepted something, so listen very carefully.” He kissed her lightly,
his palms cupping her cheeks. “We love you. As in, over the moon,
head over heels, want to spend the rest of our lives with you, in love.
We’re not going anywhere, but this is new. We know that. After last
night, we know why you’ve been cautious, and we’re both glad you
trusted us enough to tell us the whole story, but it won’t stop how we
feel. If anything, it makes us want to do even better than we’d
planned to take care of you, to love you.”
She minced on her feet, her emotions swirling. “You love
me?”
Troy stood behind her with his chin on her shoulder,
wrapping his arms around her middle. She calmed within his
embrace. “Completely.”
Drawing a steadier breath, she asked because she had to
know, “And the scar? You’re not repulsed by it?”
“No,” Angel whispered, lowering to her lips again. She felt
Troy shake his head just before he began to nibble on her neck.
A hard shiver rocked her body as they sandwiched her
between them. She looped a hand behind her to catch Troy, and
tossed the other over Angel to hold him close. Impulsively, she
tugged when they both relinquished their places.
“Better?” Angel asked, sweeping his fingers into her hair to
brush behind an ear with so much tenderness, her heart tripped.
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