Chapter Twenty – Sarah-Sofia
I watch as Jaxon sets up the picnic basket, then pulls out a bottle of prosecco, popping the cork, before pouring three glasses and setting them down on the edges of the blanket. With a sexy-as-sin smile, he reaches up and takes my hand again, as he pulls me down to the blanket, as Elliot grins, and finds his own spot on the opposite side of me.
Just like I was in the car, I am between the twins as both of them look down at me with an intensity that feels like I am the only girl in the world right now. My mind cannot form a coherent sentence as I look between both Jaxon and Elliot, wondering what the hell I am supposed to do now.
“We want to date you,” Elliot states, clearly the more outspoken of the two.
I looked up at him, again unable to find my voic
