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I’d noticed that ever since the sexual tension had come to a head a few weeks ago, while both guys had been free with their affections, there had been no repeat performances. There had been plenty of light touches and hugs, and at least one of the three of them had been with me nearly every second outside of class, but things had never progressed past that point. I wasn’t too proud to admit I’d driven myself half-crazy waiting for one of them to kiss me…or more. Preferably much more.
I’d assumed they were being careful not to reveal our relationship—if that’s what it was—to anyone else at school. Or maybe there were rules to this kind of thing I didn’t know about. After all, I’d never been with more than one person at the same time. I wasn’t sure how any of this was supposed to work.
But sitting between Micah’s legs as he watched me run my fingers along his jaw, it occurred to me for the first time that maybe they were waiting for me to set the pace. Maybe the next move had always been mine to make.
Huh.
To test the theory, I leaned forward and closed the distance between us, pressing my lips to his. His mouth opened immediately under mine, greedily deepening the kiss, and I passed my tongue over the place where the scar cut through his lip, feeling the indentation where it pressed against my own lip. He breathed me in, tasting me, touching me, his hands moving from my back to my shoulders to my hair, like he’d been waiting forever for this.
It felt amazing…but it just made me feel more confused.
I pulled back, resting my forehead against his, my breathing already uneven.
“I don’t know how to do this,” I whispered.
“How to do what?” he asked, pulling back to look at me, his eyes intense on my face.
I waved vaguely at the air around us. “Any of this. You…Devan…Garrett. How does this work? You seem to like spending time with me, so I have to assume it’s more than just physical. But…how does a person have more than one boyfriend—not that I’m implying you’re my boyfriend, or anyone else is, or—” I grew flustered as I tripped over my own words, and finally he cut me off with a chuckle, following up with a slow, lingering kiss that both calmed me and made my heart beat faster at the same time.
“How long has this been bothering you?” he asked, pulling back again to look at my flaming cheeks.
“I don’t know,” I said, wishing I’d kept my mouth shut in the first place.
He smiled softly, pressing another quick kiss to the side of my jaw. “I wish you’d said something earlier, sweetheart.”
My heart melted at the endearment, but he went on, his expression turning serious as he met my gaze and held it.
“First of all, no, of course it’s not just physical. For any of us. Not that I imagine any of us would be opposed to a little more physical…” His stern expression was ruined as the corner of his mouth pulled up suggestively, and I suppressed a laugh. “But that’s not what we see in you. Not what you are to us.”
My cheeks burned again, but this time it was from pleasure at his words rather than embarrassment.
“There are no rules for this,” he went on, gazing at me seriously again. “Honestly, the three of us haven’t had a lot of opportunities to get close to people. ” His cheeks grew slightly pink to match my own. “It’s as new to us as it is to you. But if you need a label to make you more comfortable, then yes, I’d love to be your boyfriend.”
“You would?” I squeaked.
“Yes.”
“And Devan?” I asked, my voice shaking slightly.
His mouth quirked up. “Well, you’d have to ask him. But I don’t think he’d put up much of a fight. Garrett either,” he added.
I was quiet for a minute, digesting his words.
“This isn’t normal,” I said.
He tipped his head, his face open as he looked at me in consideration. “Does that matter?”
I’d known the answer before he’d asked the question.
“No.”
“And what is normal, anyway?” he asked, reaching down to take one of my hands and interlace his fingers with mine. He kept his gaze on our joined hands, and I realized he wasn’t just asking about relationships.
“I’ve never lived a normal life,” he told me quietly. “I’ve never been able to have normal friends, or a normal girlfriend. I don’t have a normal family, or a normal world outside of this school. For most of my life, all I’ve ever had was Devan and Garrett.”
He looked up again, and his face was hard, but his eyes when they met mine were soft, and his gaze was direct.
“And if Devan and Garrett feel about you half of what I feel, I wouldn’t dream of trying to take that away from them. So really, it’s all up to you.”
