She shook her head, her teeth chewing at her bottom lip the way she always did when nervous. “I know it isn’t fair to ask, but I was hoping for one more night?”
An empty aching void consumed Trent’s stomach at that. He hated that she asked that way, as if they’d ever turn her down, but just as much he loathed the idea of touching her, knowing she was leaving.
The first night had been one thing—they hadn’t known her. She was making it clear, though. She was done. This was it. Just throwing them one last fuck for the memories?
He tasted bitterness and it sure as hell wasn’t from dinner.
Garrison glanced his way, a question there.
It was a stupid question.
It didn’t matter how much it hurt, didn’t matter the wounds it might leave—if their Fox wanted them, even if it was just for a night, they’d never turn her down.
And boy…would it hurt.