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“What the fuck? You guys got matching tattoos?”

“They’re definitely not matching. We just had a wild date night a few months ago and thought it was a great idea in our inebriated state to break out Jackson’s tattoo gun. Look at my masterpiece!”

She pulls up the shirts on the twins, exposing ‘Free’ and ‘Willy’ with fucked up letters.

“How does that have anything to do with yours?” I get closer, inspecting the planet with two moons orbiting around it. She bats her eyelashes and looks at her mates. “I’m their planet. The moons are them.”

“Whatever. I could do better.”

“I’m not taking that bait. You’re not getting anywhere near my tattoo gun,” Jackson declares as he pulls Delaney in for a kiss, shoving her between him and his brother. Do they even know how to show her affection singularly, or do they do everything together?

“Love you, baby. Don’t listen to that tool. The tattoos you gave us are perfect, even if it’s going to make things weird when your friend Wil sees them. He might think it’s odd I have his name on my hip.”

“At least somebody appreciates my art. You want to help me with dinner, Cory?”

“How come you’re sweet with Cory?” I ask, a little irritated I keep getting sassy Delaney. Maybe she just needs a good spanking.

“Theydidn’t suppress their emotions for so long that it led to stunted emotional intelligence. You’ve been in love with me for years and instead of allowing it to happen, you’ve shoved it deep down and convinced yourself that we could only be friends. I’m allowed to be salty. Just because I’m getting on board with the whole ‘I want to play naked games with you’ thing, doesn’t mean our history isn’t going to come into play. Especially when we’re in the middle of horning me up and you do something that reminds me of something stupid you’ve done. Cory and I don’t have this big messy thing from our past to deal with, and they’re sweet. So, they get sweet Delaney. Simple. And my tattoo isn’t ugly, it’s perfect, you ass.”

I give them a few minutes to start pulling shit out of the cabinets and fridge before I deem enough time has passed and need to be around them again. August and Jackson can go suck each other’s dicks for all I care, I just want Delaney and Cory.

Besides, there’s something about earlier that is still bugging me, and I need to know if I missed anything. So I wander out to the main living area and watch Delaney dance around the kitchen as her and Cory start to chop things, not even caring what they’re making because I can’t get over how adorable they are together. If I can just understand that I need to be good to Delaney like I’m good to Cory, maybe I can stop putting my foot in my mouth. Easier said than done though when we’ve been best friends so long.

“So, Delaney, while we were out in the courtyard, I saw something strange. Any idea why the headmaster was staring through the window like a creep, focused on you?”

She freezes and drops the pan she was about to set down on the stovetop. Then she moves a bit too carefully, clearly deciding on what she should say. Eventually she shrugs and waves herself off. “I accidentally sucked him off. If he was acting weird, it was probably because of that.”

“Fucking excuse me?” I stalk towards her, whipping my head towards the twins when they just start cracking up. “You had somebody in your mouth that wasn’t one of us?”

“It was an accident, okay? And it’s my fucking body.”

“Okay, I need to hear this story,” Cory says, clearly amused while still seeming slightly alarmed. Why is no one else freaking the fuck out?

“Look, you guys can’t tell anyone, okay? He was ready to go quit his job and tank his career over a stupid accident that was mostly my fault anyway. Did you know he has two dicks? That was a fun fact I did not think I needed to know about our headmaster.”

“He’s a naga,” Cory says. “His power base is what helped him secure the job. Nagas are scary but not necessarily evil. And they’re called hemipenes.”

Now I’m seeing red. “How the hell do you know about the headmaster’s dick? You have something you want to tell me?”

“Oh, calm down, you oaf. You know I like to learn things. The only dick I want is yours, and you know that. Stop acting like you’re being threatened.”

Delaney goes in for a high five with Cory, giggling at the way they handle me.

“I don’t think I like the two of you teaming up against me.”

“That sucks,” Delaney says immediately. “You introduced us and now we’re soulmates so you’re going to have to deal with it. Hey Cory, you want to have a slumber party tonight?”

“Ooh, yes! Yes!” They’re jumping up and down as I stare at her couch, hoping it’s comfy enough because there’s no way in hell I’m sleeping in my dorm if they’re both here.

“Okay Delaney,” August says, wiping tears from his eyes, “only you couldaccidentallygive the headmaster head. How the hell? Please enlighten us.”

“I cannot stress enough how much this needs to stay in this room, though. I'd feel terrible if he lost his job because of me and my bad decisions."

“But you’re a conduit,” Cory says helpfully. “It’s not against the rules to court students if they’re conduits. Can’t really turn down who the goddess handpicked for you,” Cory says as they narrow their eyes at me.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m a dumbass. Continue.”

Delaney winks at me and leans over the counter to pat me on the head and call me a good boy. “Positive reinforcement is supposed to be good, right? Keep admitting you’re a dumbass when you’re being a dumbass, and we will be far better off.”

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