Page 11 of The Princess

“You’re so fucking… How do you stand letting me think of dating someone else?”

“I like making you happy. Taylor makes you happy. How did Taylor take it when you told him about us?” Nash had been dying of curiosity. When Damon called the first time to tell Nash about the date, he’d been too excited about Taylor saying yes. The call had been fast and furious and Damon had to go before Nash could ask any questions.

Not everyone was okay with dating someone who was clearly seeing someone else, but Nash and Damon were determined to handle any hiccups as they came along. They both agreed that this was the kind of thing they could handle, so long as they talked about things and made sure the lines of communication were always open.

“He seemed worried at first, but I think he must have believed me when I said it was okay with you.”

“It’s got to be okay with all of us, Damon. Not just me. Anything he wants to know about us, you can tell him. Okay?”

“Okay. But none of this answers my original question of what to get him.”

“I think you probably can’t go wrong if you get him something for his plants.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Go to a store with a garden center and see what jumps out at you.”

Damon sighed. “You’re so good at this, maybe you should be the one dating him.”

Nash didn’t hate the idea, but it wasn’t like Taylor was interested in him. Damon was hotter and way more entertaining than him. Nash’s idea of a fun night was a movie marathon and dill pickle flavoring for his popcorn.

“What time are you picking him up?”

“Six.” Damon said. “I’m taking him for food he doesn’t have to cook and then we’re going to the roller rink.”

“Can you roller skate?”

Damon laughed. “No, but neither can he. We’re going to have the best time making complete asses of ourselves. And once we’ve sufficiently wounded our pride, and probably our asses, we’re going for ice cream.”

Nash so desperately wanted to ask if Damon had planned any X-rated activities for him and Taylor, but he didn’t want to be snoopy. It wasn’t his business unless it happened, and even then, it was only his business to know if they were safe. Before Nash got himself too wound up thinking about Taylor and Damon and anything they might get up to on their own, Nash avoided the subject.

“It sounds like fun,” he told Damon.

“We could go together sometime,” Damon said sheepishly. “I don’t want you to feel left out.”

“I don’t. I’m happy that Taylor is giving you a shot. I want the two of you to have a great time.”

“And you don’t feel weird about me going on a date with him?”

“I think the three of us are going to have moments where we all feel weird about it. But so long as we’re honest, I don’t see it becoming a problem. It’s my first time in a relationship like this, but if I minded you going out with Taylor, I wouldn’t have told you it was okay. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

“I trust you too. And I trust Taylor. I think you’ll have fun together, and I hope he’s okay with you telling me all about it, because I’d like to hear everything.”

“Everything?” Damon’s voice took on a low, husky tone.

“Everything,” Nash confirmed. God, how was he so hard just from talking about this? “And if he’s not comfortable with that, I only need to know that you’re being safe with each other.”

“Of course. That should be a rule, don’t you think? That no matter what, we’re always safe. I would never do anything to put you at risk.”

“I like that,” Nash admitted, his chest warm with affection.

“Do you think we need more rules?” Damon asked.

“I think that we’re doing fine feeling things out as we go. Besides, we have two rules already. Communicate, and be safe. What else is there?” Nash could practically hear Damon’s eyes roll. “Go shopping. You’re running low on time.”

“Shit, you’re right. Okay, I’ll talk to you later and let you know how things went. I can’t believe we’re actually doing this. And you’re sure you’re okay with it?”

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