Poppy’s POV

I can feel them on either side of me. Jake’s hand in mine, warm, steady, and ever so careful. Leo’s palm at my waist, restrained, barely there, as if he’s afraid that even that is too much, and my heart is beating like it’s trying to escape my chest.

This is what I wanted, what I needed. Slow and steady, no pushing, no dominance. So why does it feel like it’s too much and not enough at the same time?

My head is loud with thoughts. You don’t know what you’re doing… ...