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Maggie

*Thumbs-up emoji*. Starbucks at 9?

Me

See u there.

I stayed in my room for the rest of the evening although I knew I would eventually need to confront Ander.

We shouldn’t have kissed, and that thought troubled me. As much as I wanted to erase what had just happened between us, all I could think about was how much I wanted to do it again.

Chapter 28. BE GRATEFUL

(Sienna)

“Two gingerbread lattes with skimmed milk, please. No sugar.” After placing our order, Maggie and I sat at our usual table at the local Starbucks. I hadn’t yet mentioned anything that had happened the day before, and Maggie didn’t prod me to share any details the moment we met at the counter. I barely slept last night, tossing and turning in my bed, unable to stop my mind from revisiting my kiss with Ander. It felt right but also wrong at the same time. I left the apartment before anyone else woke up just to avoid an uncomfortable encounter with my temporary roommates.

“Are you just gonna stay quiet the entire morning, or are you gonna start spilling the tea?” Maggie asked.

I rolled my eyes.

“Start talking.”

I sighed.

“We were lying on the sofa, and we kissed, but Zayn came home, and I panicked. I ran and hid in the bathroom and then in my room.”

“Who kissed who first?”

“He initiated the kiss, but I didn’t stop him. Oh God, I’m such a slut.”

“Yes, you are. But who cares?” Maggie said, gesturing with her hand in the air and shrugging her shoulders.

“It’s just…everything’s so fucking complicated. First, I fucked Zayn in New York, and I enjoyed every second of it. We immediately connected at the bar, and the conversation was super easy; he told me about his family drama, and I told him about mine. It was pure chemistry from the beginning. But it was supposed to be a one-night stand.

“Then I met Noah. He’s so fucking gorgeous… on the inside and on the outside. He’s so smart and so much fun to be around. He has this possessive and wild side in bed that drives me crazy. He’s 100% a pleasure dom, and he doesn’t even know it.”

“Mmm. I’d like to circle back to this conversation later, but please continue,” Maggie added.

“And Ander…I don’t know what to tell you. He was my best friend and my first kiss. There’s so much history that I can’t ignore…What I never expected was the fucking plot twist of all of them being best friends. Listen, living in that apartment is becoming an occupational hazard.”

“Yes. The universe does have a fucked-up sense of humor, but sometimes the humor is dark; believe me. Be grateful that its sense of humor sent your way three guys with big dick energy. I mean, you could write a book about it. I would call it Siennerella’s Journey: Finding the Right Fit for her Cooch.” Maggie chuckled at her own joke.

I threw my paper napkin at her, which only made her laugh louder.

I placed my elbows on the table and rested my chin between my palms.

“The thing is, I grew up reading about princesses and castles and finding your Prince Charming—your one true love. But I want to be with all of them. Am I crazy for wanting more?”

Maggie took a sip of her coffee and responded, “You’re one lucky bitch. You know that, right?”

Was I? I was now in a difficult position. Should I tell Zayn and Noah that Ander and I kissed? It would lead to another argument between them, without a doubt. Also, I wasn’t even sure about how things were between Ander and me, so I questioned whether speaking up was the most sensible thing to do. I knew there was a pending conversation between us, but I wasn’t prepared for it just yet. I needed more time to think about my feelings, or everyone involved in this mess, my mess, would end up getting hurt. Things had escalated beyond what I had anticipated.

“That’s one way of putting things. What would you do if you were in my situation?”

“Me? I would sleep with the three of them. Period. Carpe diem, tempus fugit, and all that bullshit. It’s better to apologize than live with regrets.”

I cracked a laugh. “You’re insane.” Maggie knew how to lighten my mood, and I appreciated her efforts to always make me laugh in the most uncomfortable situations. “Talking about regrets, there’s something else I need to tell you. But promise me you won’t tell a soul.”

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