** Poppy’s POV **

I don’t remember deciding to move. One second I’m breathing both of them in, and the next I’m acting on it.

Heat coils low and tight inside me, sharper than before, impossible to ignore now that I’ve stopped pretending I can. This isn’t hesitation anymore. This is choice.

Jake doesn’t step back this time, and neither does Leo. If anything, they close in. The space around me disappears completely, heat pressing in from both sides, grounding and overwhelming ...