35. Weekend

Atalanta's pov

“Is this some competition? Let’s see who Lana likes better. Let’s see if the guy who has kissed more girls than he can count can compete with the virgin best friend.” Zev scoffed, but he didn’t let go of my hand.

“No, Zev.” Raiden said. “Just admit it, it feels right, the three of us. Doesn’t it?”

Zev looked at me and grabbed a lock of my hair, twirling it around his finger while he thought about what Raiden just said.

Raiden put me on his lap, facing Zev.

“Take her face in your hands,” Raiden said to Zev. It didn’t feel like an order, but like he was trying to help Zev.

“Are you sure?” Zev whispered, looking into my eyes for any signs, as he slowly did what Raiden had instructed him.

“Yes.” I said. If Archer was going to tell everyone what I did, my life was already over anyway. It didn’t matter anymore what I did. And I wanted this. I wanted both of them.

Before Zev could make the first move, I had already placed my lips on his. His hands were on my face, pulling me cl