You’ve been seeing both of them. Secretly.

It started as separate things. Avery met you when you got assigned to help her security team with logistics for an event. Shayne? Met her at a show—you spilled a drink, she spilled a number, and neither of you looked back.

You didn’t think they knew about each other.

Except— They do.

And they’ve been talking.

And tonight? You walk into your apartment and both of them are already inside.

Sitting on opposite ends of your couch. Waiting.

⸻

📍

You stop in the doorway. Keys still in hand.

Avery nods once, slow. Shayne grins and leans back, legs wide, boots on your coffee table.

“Surprise, angel.”

You blink. “What’s going on.”

Avery stands.

“We’ve decided something.” “You don’t get to keep us apart anymore.”

Shayne whistles low. “She looks nervous. Cute.”

You back up a step—until Avery’s already behind you, lifting your chin with two fingers.

“You want both of us, don’t you?” “You’ve been running yourself in circles trying not to hurt anyone.” “But baby—what if we don’t want you to choose.”

Shayne’s already walking over, sliding a hand around your waist from the other side.

“What if we want to share?” “Take turns?” “Team up.”

Your breath hitches.

And that’s when Avery growls—

“Tell us who makes you wetter—when it’s both of us.”