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“He was on stage while you and the band were setting up the night you played at Untouchable.”
“I’m sure he’s special to someone, but not me.”
He nodded, his hair catching the sunlight, showing off its shine. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, feel if it was as soft as it appeared. “You can come in.”
“I didn’t realize there was a test I had to pass to gain entrance.” Stepping inside, I was met with a large open space. None of this was visible on the outside. I didn’t know what to expect, although this was not it.
The ceiling was two stories high. Black metal stairs sat off to the left, curling in a spiral to the second floor where an open loft area was with a matching black railing and a hallway. Another set of stairs was visible.
Beneath my feet were deep gray tiles in a chevron pattern from the living room into the open kitchen. A TV was mounted on the far wall to my right and supple, light gray couches sat in an L that faced it. My eyes were drawn to the kitchen where there was a tall counter with stools in front of it, blocking part of the rest of the area from my view. White cabinets gave the room a pop of brightness.
I heard a door open and glanced to a hallway that began behind the stairs. Tristan emerged with his light brown hair a bit of a shaggy mess. It endeared him to me even more. As soon as he saw me, he smiled and started walking my way. He was so damn sweet I wanted to drown in him.
He stopped a foot away, twisting his hands together.
“Come here,” I said softly and drew him toward me so I could hug him.
Tristan sighed and relaxed as his arms came around my waist. I breathed him in, sucking everything that was unique to him into my lungs. He smelled sweet again. I thought it was because of the dessert last time, but it was still there, this sugary scent that made me want to lick his neck.
Over Tristan’s shoulder, I caught Romeo watching us. “Want to get in on this?” I asked and extended my hand toward him.
He shook his head, his hands going to the back pockets of his shorts. “We should talk.”
“Well, that sounds ominous.” I held Tristan tighter. “I like this much better.”
Romeo’s lips lifted before he ducked his head and tried to hide how he felt. “You can hug him on the couch.”
Together, the three of us went to the couches. I chose the one without the console in the middle so I could keep Tristan near me. I wasn’t ready to release him yet. He sat by my side, bringing his feet up so his legs curled beneath him.
Romeo took the opposite couch. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his thighs. “I need you to explain your text.”
Casting a quick glance at Tristan, he shrugged. “I didn’t know what else to do, so I showed it to him.”
“That’s fair,” I said. “Are we putting this all out there or would you rather I play coy, bat my lashes, and try to woo you both? I gotta admit, my wooing skills might be lacking. I’ve never done it before.”
“I need the truth, so I know how to proceed,” Romeo stated.
“This is going to sound very high school, but I have a crush on both of you, and I have no idea what to do about it. I asked my brother, Reed, and Cas, and that’s how I ended up with your number, Tris.”
He chuckled. “Elic texted me and said Uncle Dashie would like your number. I had no idea what he was talking about. He had to explain himself. Do you really call yourself that?”
“Hell yeah. Those idiots are so serious all the time. I need to lighten the mood.”
“I like it.”
Leaning close, I rubbed the tip of my nose over his. “Oh yeah? I’d love to hear it from your sweet lips while I’m—”
“Dash,” Romeo cut in. “Focus.”
“Right, sorry.” It was easy to get caught up in how I felt with Tristan so close. “I’ve never been in a relationship with one man, let alone two. Sleeping with more than one person, sure. I like to have a good time like anyone else. Commitment is a whole other ball game.”
“You want a commitment, not to fuck us and have that be it?”
I burrowed deeper into the couch. “I think I do.”
“It has to be more than think, Dash. My life… There’s a lot people don’t know about me. I have secrets. I can’t have someone in and out of my bed at their whim. While it sounds good in theory to have fuck buddies, I can’t do it. And I don’t think Tristan is wired that way from the little I’ve gathered from him.”
“I’m not,” he said. “I get too attached. Usually, it’s to the wrong men. My track record isn’t good.”
