Chapter 18. Confused Feelings

Angelica’s POV

“I want this forever, too,” Ericson said, stepping closer to me. He cupped my cheeks, rubbing his knuckles on them softly before he smiled, a smile that took my breath away.

“Eric -” I gasped when I felt someone’s warm body behind me. I was about to turn to see who it was when Ericson grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.

“Don’t look away from me, Mi Vida,” Ericson stepped forward.

The warm body behind me pressed us even closer. The height, the touch, the cologne—everything screamed it was Dylan, and I gulped.

I was sandwiched between the two men who had my entire concentration and desire for the past few days.

I don’t know what was going on. Was any of this real, or if I was high on alcohol? But I didn’t even drink that much.

“What do you want from me, Ericson?” I boldly asked, but he didn’t look aback by my question. It was as if he knew I would ask something like this soon.

I waited for his answer