I can’t let anything else slip.
I don’t know these guys, but my heart doesn’t seem to understand. I’m not exactly in a great headspace to get involved with anyone else. Not only that, maybe this guy has some sort of white knight syndrome and has a need to protect a damsel in distress.
Even as I think it, my body revolts against the idea.
And there’s three of them.
Three of them.
Wait.
I look back over my shoulder and then at the man who is still holding me as if I need help keeping all my pieces together. When I meet the eyes of the third man something clicks inside of me, and I start shaking my head.
“No fucking way,” my voice is incredulous.
A slow, wicked smile starts to curl on the lips of the man in front of me. “You figure it out, little mermaid?”