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I take a deep breath and look up at him. “I need you to be patient, just for a few more minutes.”

He nods, but his eyes flick over my head and he mutters, “What the fuck?”

I spin, heart already pounding in my chest before I even see them. Miller and Knox are at the end of the sidewalk. Miller’s face is expressionless as he pretends he didn’t just miss a step when he sees the two of us on the former Zeta Sig front steps. Knox is the opposite. With his hands tucked in his pockets, a small, curious smile tugs at his mouth.

Grayson, on the other hand, has pushed past me and rushes down the steps. “Leave now or I call campus security.”

Miller nods at me. “She invited us, isn’t that right, kitten?”

The nickname lights my spine on fire, but I do everything I can to maintain composure. What happens in the next five minutes could change my—our—lives.

“Is that true?” Grayson asks, but he already knows that it is.

“Yes, I asked you all to meet me here.” I stay on the step, liking the way it keeps me elevated. “The Chancellor has asked me to start a new organization, non-Greek, one that brings out the best in Wittmore. There would be a focus on service and philanthropy. She’s given me this house to run it out of.”

“So what?” Knox asks. “You brought us here to rub it in our faces that you’re creating a little club in our old house?”

“No, actually.” I take a deep breath and then exhale. “I’m inviting you to join.” I look at Grayson. “And for you to be our on-site liaison to the Council.”

“You’re serious,” Grayson says.

“A hundred percent.”

Knox lifts his chin. “Would there be parties?”

“Sure,” I reply. “But no drugging girls. Or forcing people to consume half their body weight in alcohol. Or any of your other hazing bullshit.”

He wrinkles his nose. “I don’t know. I kind of liked that stuff.”

Miller touches Knox’s arm and asks, “What’s in it for us?”

“A chance to repair your reputation for being members of a disgraced frat.” His blue eyes hold mine and I see the question in there. The one he isn’t asking, the one I feel in the pit of my stomach every time I think about him. “The Chancellor will expunge any connection to the hazing charges from your records.”

“And?” he prompts.

Grayson shifts next to him, looking up at me in curiosity. Knox—he’s still amused—clearly along for the ride. “And, uh, I’d like the four of us to work out an arrangement.”

“An arrangement,” Grayson repeats. “What the hell does that mean?”

Finally, Miller’s expression softens. “She wants to fuck us,” he says. “All of us.”

My cheeks burn, but he’s right. That’s exactly what I want.

“Move in with me,” I say. “We can run the organization and turn it into something awesome, while also, I don’t know, having something else awesome, too.”

“I’m in,” Knox says.

“No other girls,” I stipulate quickly. “No chits or bicycles or whores or sorority girls.”

“Done.” Knox walks over, kisses me on the cheek, and whispers, “I’ve been thinking about being with you again for weeks.”

I look up at him. “Me too.”

Miller watches the two of us and says, “Fine, but you sleep in my room.”

“Okay.” It’s a big ask, especially with the other guys, but we all know Miller has to at least pretend like he’s setting the rules. “I can do that.”

He grins with achievement and approaches me, giving me a deliciously hot kiss. I feel it everywhere, in my toes, between my legs, in the rapid pounding of my heart.

With the two of them by my side, I look down at Grayson. He was the first to have my back, but this is a big ask. Risky for him in a million ways. Knox and Miller are used to sharing and depravity, but I bank on the fact Gray used to be a Zeta Sig too.

“What about you?” I ask. “You want in?”

He looks up at me with that sweet face, his hair messy and glasses a little askew. He takes the first step and says, “I want to keep you safe and see you succeed.” He climbs another step, our faces level. “And I know that I want you, I just…”

“I want you too.” I look at the others. “And them. I can’t be that stupid girl that walked onto this campus looking to be a robot like every other girl. I’m not her anymore. This is who I am. I’m a woman who doesn’t want to choose.”

His hand rests on my waist, thumb pressing into my hip. “You shouldn’t have to.” He tilts his head in that way that tells me he’s going to kiss me. That he’s saying yes. When our lips meet, it feels like an explosion. So good. So sweet. The best of all worlds.

I’m no longer limiting myself to one ideal, one dream. I’m ready to take it all.