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"What if you didn't have to?"

"What are you talking about, Harry?" Damn, she wished his lips weren't so soft.

"Think, darlin.' What if you didn't have to choose? What if we did want you to come between us? Together."

Her bottom lip stung. He had bitten her! Hard.

Her breath was ragged and she spoke quietly. "You're mental. I've never done that and Louis would never go for it."

"Wouldn't he?" Harry pulled back and nodded toward the door.

Louis was leaning, shoulder propped against the doorframe, his drink in one hand, the other down the front of his jeans, top button undone.

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