Page 30 of Same Girl
“I love you too.”
I still wasn’t sure what to do about the marital portion of our relationship. I had accepted the man’s ring, and I hadn’t given it back. We hadn’t even discussed it since he first found out about Fyve. I felt like I owed him answers about that. On the same note, I didn’t have any to give myself.
What did this new relationship between us mean? What would it look like? I didn’t want to get into that because it would lead to a conversation that I didn’t want to have right now.
I bit into the Canadian bacon and moaned. It was salty and sweet with a bit of an herbal flavor to it.
“Mmm.” I moaned.
“Sweetheart, if you moan like that again I’m about to have ya ass bent over this island and fill you up with another type of meat,” Chosen warned.
I choked on the ham, and he jumped up and patted me on my back. He handed me my glass of juice with his other hand. I took a sip and then wiped my eyes.
“You good?” Fyve asked, handing me a paper towel.
“Uhm, . . . yeah. Part of what happened this morning still feels like a dream to me, you know?” I mumbled, rubbing the back of my neck as I set my juice down.
I saw the two of them exchange a glance before they looked at me.
“What was that?” I asked, pointing between them.
“Nothing,” Fyve declared.
“Don’t lie to me. We’ve never had that between us, Fyve.”
He chuckled. “That’s a lie.” He looked pointedly at Chosen.
“Okay, fair enough. Aside from my relationship with Chosen and who I was, I have never held anything else back from you.”
“That was a major thing, Mya.”
“I get that, Fyve. But can we please not let this be an anvil hanging over our relationship? Have you truly forgiven me? Are we moving forward on a positive note?”
“Yeah, li’l mama. You know that,” he stated and cupped the back of my head.
I stared into his eyes. “Do I?” I whispered.
“Yes.”
I cupped the back of his head back and whispered, “I love you, baby.”
“Not as much as I love you,” Fyve muttered, and I wondered if that were true.
I smirked and replied. “You know you like being a part of this throuple.”
“What?”
“Throuple. Couple but with a third figure. A polyamorous relationship, if you will,” I explained.
“Listen, I gotta get to work. I’m already late. Can we talk more tonight?”
“Of course,” I answered.
Fyve held my head and kissed me deep and hard, almost as if he had something to prove or he was saying goodbye.
I watched as he pocketed his phone and walked out of my kitchen, buttoning his shirt.
I heard deep inhalations and exhalations. I spun around, wondering how I’d almost forgotten Chosen was behind me.
