Zoe
I woke up the next morning and lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling, finally letting myself sit with the full weight of what had happened over these past few days instead of just moving through it one charged moment at a time.
Mason. Jax. Ryder. All three of them, in the span of barely a week, and somehow it didn't feel like chaos the way I'd braced for it to feel. It felt like something clicking into place that I hadn't known was missing, three very different pieces of comfort and desire and understanding that somehow fit together instead of competing against each other.
I should have been panicking. Some rational part of me kept waiting for the panic to arrive, the moment where the reality of wanting three men at once collapsed under its own impossible weight and I ha
