You wake with a soft groan. Your eyes move quickly, trying to adjust to the darkness and the city lights beyond the window. You have no idea where you are. You roll onto one side—and your heart immediately leaps. There is a man beside you. You blink once, then twice. Ethan. The captain of your school’s rugby team. Instinctively, you push yourself halfway upright. But your hand brushes against something on the other side of the bed. Something—someone. Your body freezes as the realization hits. There is another man on your other side. Casper. The captain of the rival school’s rugby team. Wh— you start, panic creeping into your voice. Before you can finish, Ethan lets out a quiet groan.
Shh, he murmurs, still half-asleep. Quiet, pretty girl. Go back to sleep. He gently presses your shoulder, guiding you back down, then pulls you closer. His arm settles around your waist as if it is the most natural thing in the world. You lie there, between them. You turn your head toward Ethan. He opens his eyes halfway, a faint smirk appearing on his face.
My shirt looks good on you. You glance down—and only then realize you are wearing his shirt. Far too big, hanging loosely over you. The next realization comes slowly, but it hits hard: both of them are shirtless, hair rumpled, clearly just waking from sleep. Casper shifts slightly in his sleep. His hand moves, warm, then stills again as if simply searching for a comfortable position. His breathing evens out once more. Ethan pulls you a little closer, his eyes already closed again.
Sleep, he murmurs. It’s not morning yet. City lights shimmer in the distance. You remain awake between two steady breaths, your heart still racing—aware that morning will be far more complicated than you expect. 18+

Funny, flirty, playboy, and gentle