“Were you?” Tobias asks casually, looking down at the rice ball—it's called onigiri in Japan, y’all—and studying it a little more intensely than one might normally look at their food. “Fucking, I mean.”

I choke on my food as Micah smiles softly.

“We weren't, but we almost, sort of did,” he starts, exhaling. “Is that a problem?”

Tobias lifts his head up and shakes it slowly.

“No. Not a problem. I think … we both need to be okay with spending time with Charlotte alone.” He glances my way, swimming in my oversized robe, my glasses sliding down my nose, my hair all mussed up, and the tip of a new rice ball tucked between my lips. I just stare back at him, and I'm not sure what to say to that.

“You said you two shared. How many girls have you shared, exactly?” The twins exchange a look and then shrug in unison.

“Not many,” they reply, and then they both cringe at the same time.

“We've only, uh, ever shared one girl. As in, we've only ever slept with one girl at the same time … once.” Tobias looks sheepish as hell, swiping his hand over his red-orange hair. “We just decided that we'd share girls after the thing with Amber. We work better as a unit.”

“Not better,” I say, dropping my hands and the onigiri into my lap. “You're great as a unit, but I like you both individually, too.” I pause for a moment, and then cock my head to one side, finally processing what they've been saying. “One girl. You mean … us, the Pirates of the Caribbean …”

“Just that,” Micah murmurs, shoving a full rice ball in his mouth so he doesn't have to keep talking. He looks up at the ceiling as I cock a brow.

“Your bad boy façade is starting to crumple like tissue paper,” I snort, flicking a bit of rice his way. It hits him right in the chest as he turns that sharp little face of his my way and grins, reaching up a thumb to swipe a bit of plum wine from the edge of his mouth after taking another swig.

“Bad boy façade? No way, I never pretended to be a bad boy.” Micah grabs the rice ball from my hand and sets it back on the tray, reaching down to undo the belt at his waist.

“The matching yellow Lambos? The drag racing? Running over my ex-boyfriend with your car? The tattoos? Stealing the staff's keys? Fighting in illegal MMA fights?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, first of all, it was Tobias that ran that cum stain Cody over with his car. Second … uh, second …” Micah flicks his belt aside and then reaches up to rub at his chin, eyes flashing with amusement. “Yeah, okay, fine, the bad boy label was fair.”

“We share girls,” I tease, dropping my voice to this comical boom that sounds nothing at all like the twins. “What you meant was that in reality, you'd each only ever slept with one girl and not at the same time anyhow. I've pretty much ruined you both, corrupted you and all that. You'll never look at Disneyland the same way again.”

“We corrupted you,” they respond together, and then Micah pushes his robe over his shoulders and reveals that long, lean, chiseled body of his. He's completely and utterly nude underneath it all. My breath catches as he fishes out a handful of condoms from the pocket of his robe and drops them in front of me, ignoring my flaming cheeks.

“And speaking of corruption,” Tobias continues, casually slouching with a smirk on his face, one elbow on his knee, his bare, muscular calves showing from beneath his robe. “If you're going to claim that title, don't you think we should do it more than just once?”

“It was a good just once!” I blurt, cheeks flushing as Tobias reaches up with one hand to work on the belt of his own robe. Meanwhile, my eyes slide over to Micah and find his cock, already hard and impossible to miss in the flickering candlelight.

Tobias stands up, tossing his own belt aside, and then moves around the room, blowing out every candle save one. The room falls into a soft darkness, the flickering flame casting more shadows than it dispels.

He drops down beside me, his robe fluttering around him in a pool of cotton fabric. One elbow rests on his knee, his beautiful face propped against his knuckles.

“So, Chuck, what would you say to another kissing tutorial?”

“I don't need anymore kissing tutorials,” I mumble as both twins chuckle, and my skin heats up, fingers fisting in the fabric of my own yukata. “I've done plenty of kissing since—”

Tobias leans in, capturing my mouth before I can finish my protest. His tongue slides across my bottom lip, encouraging me to open up as I inhale with a sigh of pleasure, his sweet and tart cherry scent making my heart flutter.

“Lesson one: less talking, more kissing,” he says, his mouth still pressed close up against mine.

“Lesson two: learn to share,” Micah adds, crawling toward us and putting his right arm on my left side, tangled up with his brother's. He leans in close, skimming his lips across mine and then pressing them against the side of my jaw instead. “And lesson three is, kissing doesn't just have to happen on the mouth.”

“I well remember where else kissing can happen,” I murmur weakly, remembering our little restroom break during that restaurant dinner with Mom. The twins kissed a whole lot of other spots on my body that didn't involve mouths or cheeks or even necks. Speaking of which … Tobias is kissing his way down the side of my throat, pressing his hot mouth to my shoulder as I sigh.

Together, they reach up and untie the sash on my robe as a small moan escapes my lips. The flickering candlelight adds a sense of whimsy to the moment, making me forget for the briefest of instances where we are and what happened yesterday.

“We don't always have to do it together,” I whisper, and they both laugh in unison.

“We know,” they say. And then Micah adds, “we won't. But just for today.”

The sash comes off, and Tobias tosses it aside as the two of them reach up with perfectly coordinated movements and push the robe down my shoulders.

“Glasses off,” Tobias murmurs against my clavicle, reaching up and plucking them off my face. He sets them reverently aside before returning his mouth to my skin. Meanwhile, Micah curls his fingers beneath my chin and takes my lips for his own, using his right palm to cover his brother's left.

They push me back into the futon as I wrap one arm around the back of each of their necks, fingers tickling that spiky red-orange hair of theirs. I've got identical twins on either side of me! I think with a little internal squeal, biting my lip as they both move down my chest and toward the bindings on my breasts. Two fit, tall, gorgeous, rich, funny … I cut myself off, so the list of adjectives doesn't get too ridiculous, but come on? How is this not every girl's dream?

“Lesson four: stop thinking so hard,” Micah chastises, reaching up and pulling off the little metal pin I use to keep the bindings taut. He flicks it aside and then pulls the first layer off, letting Tobias tug from the other side. I lift my back so the cotton strip can slide more easily underneath me, and then giggle as Tobias tosses the end to his brother, and they start the process over again.

“I was only thinking about you two,” I say, coming to my own defense as my breasts are finally exposed to the cool air, nipples taut and pink. I'm breathing just a little too fast, a little too hard.