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even managed to close his eyes. Angel nuzzled into her, and he did the same. Troy kissed her cheek then laid still.
     
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    Michelle curled into the heat in front of her, embracing the body in her sleep. The sensation of another body folding along her back brought her out of her sleep with a jerk. She blinked. Where was her light? Darkness weighed down her chest as though an elephant stood on her. Why is it dark! Fear shot through her, then she realized she wasn’t alone. Who is in my bed!
    She screamed, the sharp burst cut short when she leaped over a body, diving for the bathroom to turn on the light. Her lungs burned as she tried to stem the terror clawing through her. She never forgot to turn on a light to sleep with! In an instant, the light in the bathroom illuminated everything immediately.
    “Michelle?”
    She whipped to stare wildly at the two men in the bed. Two faces she knew and trusted. Troy. Angel. Shocks crashed into her. She shivered and collapsed to the floor, sliding down the wall. Tears formed and slipped over her lashes, delayed shakes of her fear chilling her solid. Flashes of the attack shattered her peace until she was trembling, rocking on the floor. She sobbed, each tremor making her sound like a vehicle sputtering.
    “Michelle?”
    They shoved their way out of bed, kneeling in front of her in a flash.
    “What happened baby?”
    She buried her face in her hands, unable to look at them. She didn’t even know how to begin to explain her fear.
    “Holy fuck!”
    Michelle pivoted away from Angel, hunching, making herself smaller. She knew without a doubt what he’d seen. Why she hadn’t wanted the light on last night.
    “No, don’t. God baby. Who did this to you?”
    She choked on a sob.
    Troy gathered her in his arms. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re safe. Shh.” He cradled her tight into his chest and rocked her.
    One of them handed her a cloth, or a towel, she didn’t know and couldn’t care less. She covered her face in it. “I’m so-sorry. I sleep with a light on. I got scared because it was dark.”
    Tender hands smoothed her hair. “It’s okay, baby.” Then both of them wrapped themselves around her, holding her, protecting her between them. “You’re safe,” Troy murmured. “It’s just us and you.”
    Hot tears fell from a chilled soul until she could get them to slow, then stop, her breathing staggered and pinched.
    They petted and stroked her, soothing her with soft words and light touches.
    “I’m sorry,” she repeated, her voice thick and watery. She shivered within their strong arms.
    “Don’t, Michelle.” Troy stood, lifting her with him, practically in his arms. Settling her on the bed, he wiped her face dry. Angel walked out of the bathroom with her robe. Between them they wrapped her up, covering her. Shaken, she could barely move. A numbness was beginning to set in. Lifting her one more time, Troy put her at the top of the bed, then with nothing else at their disposal, they covered themselves with pillows, sitting with her.
    Angel threaded his fingers through hers, and Troy did the same. She waited for the questions, for the demands, for the disgust, but they did none of that. They simply sat and comforted her.
    They were leaving it up to her to tell them as much or as little as she wanted. She swallowed around the new lump in her throat. Fresh tears, but for a completely different reason. She loved them. These two video game junkies. Two hard working, entrepreneurial men. Two men who were insane to want her. Somehow, she’d fallen for them. God! I’m eight years older than them! Do you hear yourself? Two men? Her head was a discordant symphony of warnings, and reasons. But the one underlying truth was she honestly had grown to love them.
    Because of that truth, she knew what she had to do. To do this right, there couldn’t be lies between them, or secrets. Silence permeated the air, the nighttime coolness salving her fears into a manageable lump