I knew this was a mistake the moment I walked in…
and saw both of them waiting.
The air shifted instantly—thick, charged, impossible to ignore.
“You came,” one of them said softly, his eyes locking onto mine like he already knew I wouldn’t leave.
The other leaned back, watching me carefully, a slow smile forming. “We weren’t sure you would.”
My heart raced. Being near either of them alone was dangerous…
but together?
It was overwhelming.
“I shouldn’t be here,” I whispered, though my feet didn’t move.
“Then why are you still standing there?” the first one asked, stepping closer.
I didn’t answer.
Because I didn’t have one.
One stood close enough that I could feel his warmth, his presence pulling me in like gravity. The other circled slightly behind me, his voice low near my ear, sending chills down my spine.
“You feel it too, don’t you?”
I closed my eyes for a second… trying to breathe, trying to think.
But I couldn’t.
Not when one of them gently took my hand, while the other brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch slow… deliberate.
Two different pulls.
Two different feelings.
And I was caught right in the middle.
“Tell us to stop,” one of them murmured.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I stepped closer.
The moment stretched, electric and dangerous, as if crossing a line we could never come back from.
And maybe that’s what made it impossible to resist.
Because in that moment…
I didn’t want to choose.
I just wanted to feel everything.
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