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"And they didn't once ask during that time what is new in your life or if you're seeing anyone?" Now that I'm thinking about it, I'm a little hurt that they claim to enjoy spending time with me, but it seems like it's only in the bedroom, and they're not telling anyone about me. I'd thought we were getting closer, emotionally, these last couple of days with our dates and playing board games. I must have been wrong.

"Our families … aren't the biggest part of our lives," hedges Lionel.

"I'm just saying, you're here talking about fairness, yet you're upset I'm not telling people about you when you're not telling anyone about me."

"You're right." Quintin turns to watch the city go by out the window, and I can't tell if he's lost in thought or just done with this conversation.

We ride the rest of the way home in silence, and when we get off the train, I'm not sure what to expect. But both of my boyfriends take one of my hands as we walk down the sidewalk, three abreast, our fingers linked.

Maybe I shouldn't have said what I did. I could blame the extra drink, but I know that's not why I said it. I've probably ruined the vibe between us and the fragile friendship we were forming. And, of course, they'll probably tell the others. We still haven't had any of the real conversations we should have had at the beginning about what everyone's expectation are for this relationship, and now things are getting even more complicated than they were a few days ago. I'm sitting here, hurt that theyhaven't talked about me, when this is just supposed to be a job. Why I am having stupid feelings about this when feelings were never supposed to be a part of it?

Even worse, I do actually feel more comfortable walking home with Quintin and Lionel. Not that I'm going to tell them that.

Quintin unlocks the front door and waits for me to go inside.

"No, that shouldn't go there," I hear Miles say down the hall. "It's like you've never set a table in your life."

I glance at Quintin and Lionel, but they just wave me on into the kitchen.

"You're home!" says Miles. "We made you dinner."

"I'm supposed to say that to you." I kiss Miles, and he wraps me in a hug.

"Well,someonewas supposed to text when you were almost here so we could be ready," he says, frowning over my shoulder at Quintin and Lionel.

"My hands were full," says Quintin, setting down my computer bag.

"Just for that, you're on dishes duty." Ethan sets a casserole in the middle of the table.

"Fine," grumbles Lionel, rounding the table and dropping into a chair.

"Not cool," grumbles Quintin. "You two cook like animals."

"You're going to eat it and not complain," says Miles. "Stop ruining the nice thing we're doing for Clarissa."

"Everything looks absolutely delicious." I give each of my cooks a kiss in thanks. It doesn't look terrible, and after a couple of drinks and no food, I'm starving. "I'm sure you both did a wonderful job."

"At least someone knows how to appreciate us," says Miles.

"What's the special occasion?" I take a seat and admire the effort my boyfriends have gone through.

Ethan dishes out square pieces of casserole onto each plate, then spoons out green beans to everyone, while Miles tosses each of the guys a roll. Mine he sets on my plate nicely.

"I looked up the term you used, Artist Date, and it said you should do something you don't normally do," says Ethan. "For us that's cooking."

"What did you think? Is this something you'll continue going forward?" What I'm really asking is,Will you keep cooking so we don't order so much takeout?

"No," says Ethan immediately. "But it was nice to do this one time. Maybe for special occasions."

"Well, I appreciate it," I say, taking a bite. "Now tell me about your evening."

Chapter Twenty-Three

I'm warm and cocooned, and having the best dream. But when I try to roll over beneath my blankets, long fingers wrap around my thighs to hold me in place. Holding me open for probing kisses and a tongue.

"I've missed you," says Helix from under my covers.

I'm not sure if Helix is talking to me or to my pussy specifically, but either way, I shift a little to help him find the perfect spot that has me humming in bliss.

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