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We don’t ignore them, by any means, we just try to keep them casual and low-key. Often, they’re celebrated when convenient, not necessarily on the day. Tonight is a special treat.
While I should be excited, I’m nervous. It’s been a couple of weeks since we brought Callie back from Minnesota. Everything with her is going great, she’s settling in at school and she and Zander have found a routine.
It’s taken a toll on our triptych, however. Other than our campus café meetups, I hardly see Damian. Zander sees even less. None of us has had sex since that night in our Minnesota hotel. Sex isn’t what I miss the most, not even close. It’s the connection, both emotional and physical, that I ache for.
My days aren’t the same without Damian’s playful flirting or the way Zan constantly pulls me in for bear hugs and deep kisses. He’s kept our interaction fairly PG. Understandable since Callie is always around. But still. What’s a girl gotta do to get a little nookie?
Wait it out, I guess. It’s not my call on when or what he tells Callie. Besides, it hasn’t been that long since we all started seeing each other. A couple of months is all. Regardless of how long I’ve known Zander, or how it feels like I’ve known Damian for just as long. Despite how I get butterflies every time I know I’ll see one of them, or how I hate falling asleep without one, or both, in bed with me.
We’re young and we have time. I hope, anyway. It would break my heart for this to all end before we ever really got started. Heartbreaking is too weak of a word. It would be devastating. I’ve never known romantic love before, but I’m sure this is it. What else could it be? I’ve never been so willing to orbit my life around another person. Or persons. Well, except Isla and Sadie, but that’s a different situation.
“How are you so sure your parents won’t freak out about you having two boyfriends,” Kit asks as we walk up the path to the front door.
“They love me. It should be as simple as that. If it’s not, we have bigger issues.” Truly, that’s how I feel. Sure, any dad is going to be a bit weird about something like this. But I’m an adult and he needs to trust that I know what is best for my heart.
“I hope you’re right.”
“Yeah, me too,” I say with a laugh.
Isla, Cillian, and Sadie are already here. After Mom pours us each a glass of wine, we go search them out, and Sadie instantly rolls into her questions for Kit.
“I need facts on small dogs,” she demands of my best friend.
“All small dogs, or a specific small dog?”
“Small dogs that get along with cats, pacifically.”
“Specifically,” I correct her. She’s been asking for a dog for weeks. Isla is hesitant because they live in a floating house. Their yard is literally a lake. Not so conducive for dogs.
“That’s a very subjective topic, I’m not sure I can give you facts on that, Sadie.” Kit looks up at me for help, but I just shrug. I’m not getting involved in the debate on whether or not they get a dog. “Maybe we should pick something I know better.”
Sadie breathes a long sigh while she thinks of another topic.
“Butterflies,” she finally says.
“Oh, that’s a good one,” Kit says excitedly. “A group of butterflies is called a flutter, which is pretty fabulous if I say so myself.”
“So fabulous,” Sadie agrees, dramatically holding a hand to her chest.
“And they taste with their feet.”
“No way!”
“Promise,” Kit says.
“That’s crazy!”
The butterfly conversation lasts a few more minutes before it turns to waterfalls, then oddly enough to Mothman. How my six-year-old niece knows anything about the Cryptid, I have no idea. But then again, she surprises me all the time.
“How are you doing,” Cillian asks. He sits beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders while we watch Kit entertain his daughter. Cillian and I used to be great friends when he first started dating my sister as teenagers. I loved him like a brother. We lost him for a few years due to the stupid choices made by him and people around him. But since he’s been back, we’ve rebuilt that relationship. He knows me as well as anyone.
“I’m good.”
“You don’t feel older?”
“No, funny man,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Well, not because of my age anyway. Twenty-five today feels the same as twenty-four did yesterday.”
“But,” he prompts.
