Share Me

I craved something different. Multiple hands. Multiple men. Sharing me. Sharing each other.
I didn’t expect to wake up after a night I barely remembered with a curse tattooed on my arm and matching ones on the three men in my bed.
The huge hearted rock star.
The emotionless band manager.
The secretive bodyguard.
Four makes us whole. If one leaves, we all fall.
Now we’re stuck together.
And while we’re hot in bed, in real life, there are too many unspoken truths to ever make this work.
So, I left. I mean, curses aren’t real, right?
What’s the worst that can happen?