Chapter 58
BELLA
The sound of their voices hits before I even see them, rough laughter drifting up from the yard. For the first time in days, it doesn’t sound angry.
I step out onto the porch, sunlight biting at my eyes.
They’re both there.
Rowan has dust in his hair, his shirt rumpled.
Reggie’s lip still split, knuckles scraped, the faintest smile tugging at his mouth.
They look… whole again. And I don’t know whether to cry or collapse. Just being around them for the short time that I have, it’s clear their bond is everything to them. That one of them can’t do life without the other.
And the guilt of tearing them apart would have broken me.
For a heartbeat, no one moves.
The wind hums against the fence. The horses snort in the distance.
I want to run to one of them. I want to run to both.
But my feet stay planted, heavy with the weight of everything we’ve done to each other.
“Hey,” I manage, my voice catching on the word.
Reggie’s gaze softens first. That quiet warmth he hides from the world flickers through for just a second.
Rowan follows, his eyes tracing over me like he’s making sure I’m really here.
I swallow hard. “Did you—are you two okay?”
Reggie glances at Rowan, something unspoken passing between them.
Rowan smirks. “He took his time untying me.”
I huff out a nervous laugh, brushing hair from my face. “You deserved it.”
“Yeah,” he admits. “Probably did.”
“You’re just as bratty as me sometimes,” I tease him, and that makes them both grin.
Then it goes quiet again, that fragile silence that always sits between us. Too full of words none of us know how to say.
I take a step forward.
They do too.
When I stop in front of them, I can’t breathe. They suffocate me in the best way imaginable. They accept me for all of my quirks. With them, I am seen. I’m respected. Not just there to be used for pleasure.
I open my mouth, and nothing comes out.
And then, at the same time, they both lean in.
Reggie first. His lips brushing my left cheek. My eyes flutter closed, letting the moment sink in. The moment we finally all break into something better for us all.
Rowan is next, on my right, his is softer.
The touch is barely there, but it unravels me all the same.
It’s not about choosing between them. It’s about them deciding to both have me.
My hands tremble at my sides, and I realize I’m shaking because it feels too intimate, too real.
Like forgiveness, and heartbreak, and promise, all at once.
When they both pull back, the space between us feels sacred.
I blink, trying to keep it together. “So… we’re all friends now?”
Reggie’s eyebrow arches. “Friends? We’re way past that.”
Rowan’s voice drops low. “She’s fucking with us.”
“That’s why you need me.” I wink.
But for the first time in what feels like forever, it doesn’t scare me.
Because whatever this is. Whatever we are… it’s real.
Messy. Human. Ours.
Something that feels this right can’t be wrong. Whatever society might think. I’ve never been one that wants to conform anyway.
I just want what my heart wants. Which is them. My two Irish twins.
And maybe that’s enough.
Fuck what anyone else thinks. I only care what they think about me. If I want them both and they want me.
Who is going to stop us?
No one.