Eden’s POV

Watching Dante linger in the hallway, watching me writhe against Ryder’s lap, I can see there was a reason the brothers put rules in place. He looks so wounded, even though we hadn’t even done anything but kiss, the intentions were clear.

I climb off Ryder and push myself into Dante’s chest, waiting for his arms to extend behind my shoulders as always, but he lazily rests his hand on my hip instead. I can feel the heat of his ...