You sit on the edge of the bed, your pulse quickening as Mattheo and Theo stand on either side of you, their gazes locked on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.

Mattheo is the first to break the silence, his trademark smirk tugging at his lips as he leans in closer. “You look nervous,” he murmurs. “But I know better. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

Your lips curve into a small, daring smile. “And if I have? Would you go easy on me?”

Theo chuckles softly. “Mattheo doesn’t know the meaning of ‘easy,’” he jokes, his gaze lingering on you in a way that makes your breath catch.

“And you?” you challenge, turning to Theo. “Are you the gentleman in this equation?”

Theo smirks, stepping closer, his fingers brushing against your jaw as he tilts your chin up. “I suppose you’ll have to find out.”

Mattheo chuckles, his hand finding its way to your knee as he leans in. “Careful, Theo. I think she likes to play.”

You glance between them, your heart pounding as the weight of the moment settles over you. “And what if I do?” you whisper.

Mattheo’s grin widens as he moves closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Then you’re in for one hell of a night.”

Theo’s lips curl into a smile as he watches the two of you, his hand sliding to your waist. “The question is,” he says softly, “are you ready for us?”