Page 79 of Every Move You Make

“Wouldn’t we have to hide?” she asks. Looking up at me, she continues, “You said you were afraid that if people found out we were together, it could hurt my image if your OnlyFans account resurfaced.”

My gut drops as the impending doom cloud settles over us. “That’s… definitely something we all need to consider.”

The three of us stand there in silence for a moment processing and gently rubbing slippery circles against one another. “Okay,” Zay says, pulling myself and Robyn into a hug.

“What are you going to do while we’re gone?” Robyn asks him.

“I don’t know. See if Ang and Raf need help with the twins I guess.”

All at once a delicious little idea pops up. “Why don’t you come with me to Kentucky? You can meet my family.” This would be the perfect opportunity for the two of us to deepen our connection. Maybe we won’t work as a throuple, but I want to give us the strongest chance of it working, and that means more time exploring each other.

“You want me to meet your family?”

“Of course I do,” I shrug, like this hasn’t been a hugefucking deal for me in the past. There has been no one in my life since Travis. When that man cheated and uploaded revenge porn, he did a lot more than burn our relationship. He burned me and my desire for that kind of close relationship—he burned my trust in others. No one has ever been able to hold my heart again. Not until now. The unexplainable urge to take care of these two and finally open my heart again is profound, and it feels too good not to chase it.

So of course I want them to meet my family. Why is he questioning that?

“Unless, wait. Are you not out? Shit. I didn’t even think about that.”

“No, that’s not it. I mean, I am out. I just—I’ve never been in a relationship, or, almost-relationship with another man. And,” he lets out a ragged breath that has me on edge. He swallows. “I think there's something you two should know.”

Robyn pulls her head off his chest to study him, and I’m suddenly very aware of my heartbeat in my ears.

A fresh red color creeps across his face, and it’s not from the heat of the shower. “I… I’m a virgin.”

…Buffering…

“Can someone please say something?” he begs when neither of us say a word.

“Let me get this straight,” I blink. “I cuckolded you twice, and you’re a virgin?”

“Yes.”

“But, Jessica…” Robyn trails off, and he sighs.

“Remember? Before she cheated on me, she was waiting for marriage. Ergo, I was waiting. Then I fell for my rugby friend, Robyn,” he smiles sadly, and cups her jaw. “Became a little obsessed—”

“Understatement,” I add under my breath.

“—and well, a while ago, after Jessica, Angie helped me realize I was demisexual. So like, I don’t usually form sexualattraction for someone unless I have strong romantic feelings for them.”

“Oh my god,” I say in awe. “It’s like a perfect storm.”

“And there was no one before Jessica?”

“No.”

“Dibs.”

Robyn smacks my chest. “You can’t call dibs on his virginity.”

“I can.”

“It’s his decision!”

Isaiah holds Robyn a little tighter, and the smallest curl forms at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, it’s my decision.”

A low rumble flows from my chest. “Mmm, then come home to Kentucky with me and let me plead my case.”

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