"Because we never talked about it," Logan said. "Like I said. It happened, it was fine, we moved on."
Mira was watching this exchange with fascination. "So it's possible. Theoretically."
"In hockey culture, sharing partners occasionally happens among close teammates who trust each other completely," I said, the words coming out more clinical than I intended. "It's not common, but it's not unheard of. Usually with the understanding that it's physical without emotional attachment."
"But this would be different," Blake said quietly. "Because we all have emotional attachment."
"To each other and to Mira," Logan added.
We all sat with that for a moment.
"I've been fantasizing about all three of you," Mira admitted suddenly, her face flushing. "I can't imagine choosing just one because in my head, it's always all of you together. And I don't know if that makes me broken or greedy or—"
"It doesn't make you any of those things," I interrupted. "It makes you honest."
"So what do we do?" she asked.
"We could try," Blake suggested hesitantly. "See if it works. No pressure, no expectations. Just... exploration."
"That's insane," I said automatically.
"Is it?" Logan countered. "We all want her. She wants all of us. We trust each other completely. Why is it insane to try?"
"Because it could destroy our friendship, our team dynamics, our season—"
"Or it could make us stronger," Blake interrupted. "If we communicate and set boundaries and actually treat each other with respect."
I looked at Mira, who was watching me with hope and fear warring in her expression.
"What do you want?" I asked her.
"I want to try," she said quietly. "I want to see if this could work. I want to stop choosing between things that all feel right and see if I can have something that makes me happy without sacrifice."
The vulnerability in that statement destroyed any remaining resistance.
"Okay," I said. "We try. But we communicate. Clear boundaries, honest feelings, no pretending things are fine when they're not."
"Agreed," Logan and Blake said simultaneously.
"So we're doing this," Mira said, sounding slightly dazed. "We're actually doing this."
"We're doing this," I confirmed.
The sexual tension that had been building for weeks suddenly felt unbearable. We were all acutely aware that we'd just agreed to something that would change everything, that we were sitting in a living room at 9 AM having just committedto attempting a relationship that defied every conventional expectation.
"I should probably shower," Mira said, standing abruptly. "I went running and I'm gross and—"
"Mira," Logan said, standing too. "We don't have to do anything right now. This doesn't have to mean immediate physical—"
"I know," she interrupted. "But also, I've been fantasizing about this for weeks and now that it's actually possible, I'm having trouble thinking about anything else."
The honesty in that statement made all three of us freeze.
"What exactly have you been fantasizing about?" Logan asked, his voice slightly hoarse.
Mira's face flushed deeper. "Things. Multiple things. Involving all of you. Sometimes separately. Sometimes... not."
"Not separately," Blake repeated carefully. "Meaning—"
