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My gaze shifted suspiciously to each of them. “You invited me over to talk, remember?”
“And we are talking,” Axel pointed out.
I sighed. “Yeah, but we were supposed to talk about…”
“What?” Zane asked abruptly.
He handed me a generously-poured glass of wine. The timing was perfect, because I was about to say something foolish.
Instead I sat down in my usual spot and took a long, wonderful sip. I recognized it immediately as my favorite Merlot. They really had gone all out. Maybe this wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.
Or maybe they don’t know at all, I thought to myself. Maybe they haven’t figured out—
“So as you already suspect, we know,” said Tyler, matter-of-factly.
I’d expected it, but of course I wasn’t prepared. There was no way I could be. I felt like I was sinking into the couch.
“Know what?” I tried, feebly.
They all dropped into their spots now, the couch cushions hissing beneath their weight. They did it coolly, casually. Like this was any other night, and not the night they all found out I’d been having sex with all of them.
“Fine,” I conceded. “I guess you got me.”
I tilted my glass back and took an extraordinarily long sip, observing each of them over the silky, burgundy liquid. They didn’t seem mad. They weren’t gloating in triumph at having found out, either.
“So who ended up spilling the beans?” I asked coyly. I genuinely wanted to know.
“That… would be me,” replied Axel, after a few uncomfortable seconds of silence. He stared down at the floor. “I— I guess I just felt guilty, not telling the others.”
“Well you shouldn’t have,” I told him, curling my mouth in amusement. “After all, I slept with you last.”
Axel looked up at me hopefully now, with those blazing blue eyes. My smile widened.
“These other two didn’t feel guilty enough to tell you, did they?”
He glanced left and right. “No,” he replied. “They didn’t.”
“Then why feel guilty at all?” I shrugged. “I sure don’t.”
My words seemed to land unexpectedly among them. Maybe they expected me to be more defensive, or more apologetic, and that simply wasn’t going to happen. Instead, I slid a pillow behind my back to get even more comfortable, then crossed my ankles over the arm of the couch.
“Look, this wasn’t something I planned,” I said plainly, waving my wine glass around. “It’s not like I pursued any of you or anything. It just sort of… happened.”
“Happened?” snorted Tyler.
“Yes.”
“With one of us, maybe,” he went on. “But all three of us? A hat trick?”
“Hat trick?” I laughed, and rolled my eyes. “Really? The three of you are going to crack hockey jokes now?”
Off to my left came the hiss of a bottle-cap being twisted off.
“Maybe,” Zane allowed.
“Go on then,” I said, crossing my arms. “No, seriously. Go ahead, let’s hear them. Give me your best.”
The loft fell utterly silent as the boys said nothing. I laughed some more.
