Snowed in with just one bed. A very satisfying Valentine's retreat.

MIA
My husband hasn't touched me in months. Work has buried him so deep that lingerie gathers dust and I fall asleep alone while he passes out on the couch with his laptop glowing. So I book a couples retreat in the mountains—yoga, massage, and a king bed.

I didn't plan on the yoga instructor being his college best friend. I didn't plan on watching my husband's neck flush every time Aaron's hands adjusted his posture. And I definitely didn't plan on the liquid heat that hit me while I watched.

But I've always been greedy. And now I want them both.

JUSTIN
I haven't thought about Aaron in years, but when he turns around in that yoga studio—older, beautiful, peaceful in a way I've never been—eleven years of distance collapse in a single breath.

With Mia watching, encouraging, seeing parts of me I've never shown anyone, walls I've spent my entire adult life building start to crumble. And when she whispers to kiss him, I stop pretending I don't want to.

AARON
I've been the extra before. The disposable third that couples forget by morning. So when Justin walks back into my life with his wife on his arm and that same look in his eyes he had in college—the one he never acted on—I brace for the exit that always comes.

But Mia doesn't leave. Justin doesn't pull away. And when a snowstorm traps the three of us in my cabin on Valentine's night with just one bed, I let myself want something I swore I'd never want again.

A stranded weekend becomes an awakening none of us saw coming.

Includes:

• Snowed-in, just one bed.
• Scorching MMF Valentine's romance
• A first-time bi-awakening
• A filthy sweet HEA for all three