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Chapter Six
Theo
“Winner! Congratulations, pick your prize!”
I turn to Josie. “What do you think, is it too cliché if I get you the giant teddy bear?” I ask her.
“Absolutely,” she replies with a giggle, “I would much rather have that neon tie-dyed sloth.”
“The tie-dyed sloth it is,” I declare, then look at Alex, unable to wipe the giant, goofy grin off my face, “Shall I win you a prize, too?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “I’m good, thanks,” he assures me.
When I’d found out there was a carnival in town, I’d asked them half on a whim if they wanted to have our date here. I was a little surprised that they both agreed so quickly, but honestly, I’m unbelievably glad I did it.
Alex seems to be having a blast, and Josie has just absolutely turned into a little kid again, gleeful and bouncy, and their smiles are infectious. I feel my own inner child coming to the surface a little, too.
So far we’ve mostly just explored some of the rides; a little roller coaster that mostly just felt like a rapid train ride with a few drops, a Tilt-a-whirl type thing with some sort of egg theme, and Josie had taken a delighted turn riding a unicorn on the carousel.
I suggested the Ferris wheel next, but Josie insisted we save that for last, so now we’ve moved on to some of the games.
“Ooh, let’s try this one!” Josie points at a booth where you’re supposed to try and hook these little multi-colored rubber ducks on fishing poles.
At first, I’m not sure how it’s supposed to work, but then I realize that there’s a magnet at the end of the line and magnets in the ducks. It’s silly, and easy enough that toddlers are doing it with a little bit of parental guidance. One of those games that’s made for everyone to get a prize.
But even so, there’s a palpable joy on Josie’s face when she’s mulling over the ducks before guiding her little pole over a neon pink one. The magnet catches the duck and she lifts it up.
There’s a little number marked on the bottom that corresponds to a section of the prize table, so after placing the duck back in the pond, Josie goes to pick a prize.
She selects one of those little Chinese finger trap things, and I’ll admit, I’m kind of puzzled by the selection until we move past the booth. At first, we continue walking, but then she stops us and takes my hand. She shoves my index finger into one end of the little bamboo tube, then takes Alex’s hand and does the same to him on the other side, connecting us. Then, she wraps her hand around both our fingers. “Perfect,” She remarks, “Now I can hold hands with both of you and I still have a free hand for cotton candy.”
Fuck. She’s too fucking cute. I can’t help myself, I lean down and brush my lips over hers.
I never expected things to be like this. My intention from the start was to keep things casual, but from the moment I’d laid eyes on Alex, that plan had kind of gone out the window. I’d turned into a stuttering mess as soon as that dark-haired hunk walked up to my fucking table.
And then Josie…she’s just adorable. Inside and out; she’s sweet and funny in addition to being ridiculously attractive.
I’ve been thinking about them since our last date and dying to see them again, and all three of us together again feels like a reunion of old friends. And while I’m enjoying myself, I have to admit that it scares me.
I’m falling too hard, too fast, and I’m not fucking ready. But I think I have about as much chance of stopping it as I would have of stopping a speeding train.
The only question is, will this flatten me, too?
I shake off the depressing thoughts. Maybe Becca’s right, and maybe I need to stop being so pessimistic. Not everyone is out to fuck me over.
When I draw back, Josie smiles up at me. “Do I get a turn?” Alex asks.
We both turn to him and I grin. “Who are you asking?”
“Yes.”
All three of us laugh, and first Josie plants one on him, then I take a turn. I’m still not used to the whole sharing thing, but while it’s definitely weird and new, I don’t hate it.
We’re all on equal ground, so there’s really nothing that sparks jealousy. I expected watching them kiss to unsettle me, but the only discomfort it brings is the strain of an erection against my zipper.
They both feel like mine, so sharing them with each other feels weirdly natural. And somehow I think having both of them makes this all a little bit less terrifying, and there are parts of it that are surprisingly freeing.
In the past, when I’ve been with a woman, there’s always at least some level of expectation that I wore the pants in the relationship. Then with Gary, he was leading the way, so I sort of switched roles.
