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Kyle bites his lip, hesitating. “Ahead of seeing you two again …” he pauses, suddenly looking vulnerable, “I’d like you both to think about the three of us.”
Throuple.That’s what he’s implying, right? I wonder if Brandon is also flirting with this idea.
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“He’s so cocky,” I whisper into Taylor’s ear as Kyle leaves the room. “He could at least ask us on a date before trying to make it official.”
She giggles, but then her expression softens. Her eyes search mine. “But what do you think about it? The three of us?”
I don’t hate it. That’s the truth. But I’m also not ready to leap into something new without thinking it through. I’ve never envisioned my life having two full-time partners.
“I need to ruminate on it,” I say, pulling her against my chest. “And talk to my therapist. But if you want to go on a date with him, I won’t stop you.”
“Yeah?” she asks, a flicker of surprise in her voice.
I smirk. “I saw how much you enjoyed it. Him. All of it, girlfriend.”
“Same here, boyfriend.”
She’s perfect for me. And maybe Kyle fits too. But today isn’t about figuring all that out. It’s about being with Taylor.
“Are you ready for a day of sloth?” I ask.
“Very much.” She laughs, reaching for the water on the nightstand. “It was nice of him to leave us snacks,” she adds, picking up a bag of trail mix. “I should check in with my friends.”
“Text them. I want us to stay in bed for a while.”
“Same,” she murmurs, already typing. “So … are we staying in bed until Sunday?”
“I’d like that.”
“Me too.” Nothing sounds better than resting, replaying everything that happened, and talking about everything too.
Her phone buzzes, and she gasps.
“What?”
“Morgan just texted, ‘I saw your vampire spent the night, naughty girl.’”
I chuckle, watching a flush rise to her cheeks. “How does that make you feel?”
“I don’t know yet,” she admits, her voice quiet but thoughtful.
“If you’re going to have two boyfriends, you’ll have to be cool with everyone knowing,” I tease, nudging her.
She hums, a slow smile spreading across her face. Then her phone buzzes again.
“Looks like Gwen spent the night with a cowboy.”
I lean over and kiss her cheek. “Before you put your phone down, go to socialexperiment.com.”
Her head snaps toward me. “Brandon!” she squeals, already typing in the address.
I rest my head on her shoulder as the page loads.
“The best social media agency out there,” she reads, then turns to me, eyes wide. “I can’t believe you did this.”
“I can.” I cup her face in my hands. “I’m so proud of you.”
