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“How you feeling, Benj?” I asked.

He sighed. “Glad today’s over.”

“I’m glad you don’t have to be in the same room as him,” I whispered.

“Me too.”

“You were brave today,” Fitch said. “Braver than I could have ever been.”

“Same,” I agreed.

“I wish I didn’t have to be,” Benji replied. “I’m grateful you’re both here. And your partners.”

Fitch popped his head up so he could look at me. “Marek was so hot today. Did you see how he totally swooped in to stand between me and the cameras?”

I smiled. “Yeah, I saw. Marek’s hot every day.”

“That little moustache is the sexiest fucking thing,” Fitch said, putting his head back down and watching more of the TV show. “Oh, those tiles are worse. Who would allow that?”

Benji and I chuckled and then were quiet for a while,watching the stupid show. He was right. Those tiles were worse.

“I’m so glad you two are here,” Benji said eventually.

“Same,” Fitch said, propping his head up again. “Because we need to talk to Kylan here, who was offered by those two hot-as-fuck daddies out there to be their live-in house boy and do nothing but float around the house all day in lingerie and stilettos?—”

“It was a robe and slippers,” I corrected.

Fitch wasn’t deterred. “Close enough. And what did you tell them, Kylan? Tell Benji here what you told them.”

I sighed.

“That’s right,” Fitch continued. “That he’d think about it. That he was considering university instead. Or an actual job.” Fitch looked at me, confused. “Like honestly, what the fuck? You could be a totally kept boy, your own expense card, living in the lap of luxury in their gazillion dollar palace, doing nothing but having the best sex ever. And you want a nine-to-five?” He shook his head and let out a disappointed sigh. “Honestly, sign me the fuck up.”

Benji chuckled again. “Maybe he wants to go to university. Leave him alone.”

“I haven’t decided,” I told them. “They want me to move in with them, but I don’t know.”

They both looked at me, waiting.

“I don’t want to rush things,” I whispered. “But I also made a promise to you two, and I intend?—”

“Ky,” Benji murmured. “You have to do what’s right for you. Look at me? I’m living here now.”

“Because people were trying to kill you,” I allowed. “That’s different. And completely understandable. But I want to stay at the shithole apartment a couple nights a week with Fitch, make those solo videos, and try and make my own money. I need to try this. Sure, I could live with my daddies and want for nothing. Honestly, they have more money than the Reserve Bank. But I promised you both that we’d get through this together and that’s what we’re gonna do. I wouldn’t have survived this long if it weren’t for both of you.”

Benji frowned. “Oh, Ky.”

“I mean it,” I said. “I know I haven’t always acted like it, but you two saved my life. And I want to make good on the promise we made. Well, my part at least. I want to do all I can for the three of us, and this kinda feels like our one chance. Know what I mean?”

Benji nodded. “I get it. And I’m in, too. I don’t know what I can do with the court case going on right now, but?—”

“We got you covered,” I told him. “We’ll get you through this too, Benj. I promise.”

Fitch brightened. “And if you have to go into witness protection, that means we all go. And we all get new identities, like the Three Musketeers: Buttercup, Blossom, and Bubbles.”

Benji laughed. “That’s the Powerpuff Girls.”

“Close enough,” I allowed.

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