Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
A strangled laugh flies out. It’s my turn to flop onto the bed, burying my face in my hands.
“Fine. You win. I’ve found myself in a bit of a situation,” I confess into my palms.
“Okay?”
I peek out from between my fingers. “I did something stupid.”
“Define stupid.”
“I have two boyfriends, and I’m in love with them both.”
Silence crashes over the room.
Then Faith doubles over in laughter.
My head pops out from my hands. “Why are you laughing at me? This is serious!”
At that, my best friend’s mouth falls open. “Wait. That wasn’t a joke?”
“No! This is literally what is happening in my life right now.”
“Holy shit. All that stuff Mitch was saying at the gala? That was true?”
“Yes and no.” My jaw hardens at the memory of Mitch’s cruel words. “I’m not going around sucking dicks left and right. I’m dating Will. As in genuinely dating him—it’s not only a physical thing.” I bite my lip. “But I’m also dating Beckett Dunne. Will’s teammate.”
She blinks in surprise. “At the same time?”
I nod.
“Oh my God.”
“I didn’t plan for this to happen,” I moan. “It just…did. And they know about each other, by the way. It’s, um, kind of their thing. But no one else knows. Not even their friends.”
“So you’re in a secret relationship with both of them, and nobody knows?”
“Well, you know now. But yes.”
Looking amazed, Faith collapses in my desk chair. “Wow. This is wild.” She wrinkles her forehead. “Are you happy with them?”
“It’s complicated, but…yes. They make me feel like, I don’t know, like I don’t have to choose between being one version of myself or the other. They just get me. Even if it’s messy.”
“Messy might be an understatement.” She laughs again, then dons a thoughtful expression, scrutinizing me.
I know exactly what she’s thinking.
“Just ask,” I sigh.
“Do you fuck them at the same time?” she demands.
“Yes and no.”
Humor dances in her eyes. “What the hell does that mean?”
“It means sometimes I’m alone with Will, and sometimes I’m alone with Beckett, and sometimes…” I let out a breath. “Sometimes it’s all three of us.”
“One in each hole?”
“Faith!” I chide at her crudeness.
“What? It’s an honest question!”
“No,” I confess. “We haven’t done that.”
“Yet?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” I can’t deny the idea of taking them both at the same time is…appealing.
She goes quiet again, back to processing. Then she jumps out of the chair, her curls bouncing on her shoulders as she starts pacing back and forth in front of me.
I follow her quick movements, smiling wryly. “What?”
Without warning, she’s bombarding me with questions.
“How will this even work? Like, logistically?” Her hands and hair fly around as she paces and talks. “Is there a schedule? What happens when you want to go out in public? Do you guys all hang out together, or do you act like just friends in front of people? And what about holidays? What are you going to do if one of them gets jealous? Have you thought about marriage? Or kids? Who’s going to be the father? Or are they both going to be the father?”
She’s rapid-firing so many bullets I feel like my head might explode. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out right away. How am I supposed to answer all that when I barely have answers for myself?
“Slow down,” I plead. “I don’t know, okay? I don’t have all the answers.”
She quits pacing. “You don’t know? You’re telling me you’re in love with two guys, and you don’t know how any of this is going to work?”
I rub my temples, feeling a headache coming on. “I don’t know how to navigate this. It’s not like there’s a handbook for being in a relationship with two people.”
Faith plops down next to me, staring at me like she’s trying to solve a puzzle. “Okay, but what happens when it gets serious? You can’t just keep dating both of them forever, right? Eventually, someone’s going to want something more. What if one of them wants to get married?”
A knot forms in my stomach. I’ve thought about it, of course, but not too deeply. It’s been this distant, abstract thing. But now that she’s quizzing me about it, I can’t keep my head in the sand anymore.
She’s right. What happens if or when it gets serious?
“I don’t know. I really don’t. I don’t want to choose, and neither of them has asked me to. But yeah, I have no idea what happens down the line.”
“Okay, fine. Let’s say you don’t have to choose. You’re all fine with that. What happens if people start noticing? You can’t exactly keep this a secret forever.”
I stare at my hands, twisting my fingers together. “I don’t know,” I reiterate, all the unknowns pressing down on my chest. “I haven’t figured that part out yet. All I know is that I love them.”