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“Can we stay like this for a bit? I know we have to talk about things and figure stuff out, but not yet.” He rested his chin on his folded hands.

“Of course.” Ez rubbed his back.

“We’ll stay like this for as long as you want,” I said, not ready to move either.

“What if I want to stay like this forever?” He arched his eyebrow, a smirk replacing his satisfied smile.

“Well, we’ll eventually have to get up so we can eat something,” Ez said with a chuckle. “And at some point, we’ll have to take a shower.”

“Later.” Jett settled on us, sighing happily when Ez and I each wrapped an arm around him to keep him closer.

I glanced at Ez, my heart bursting with joy.

I saw my elation mirrored on his face and couldn’t stop my grin.

Jett was our missing piece. The part of us we never knew had always been missing.

It might not make sense to others, but I was done giving a fuck what people thought of me. If they couldn’t accept that the three of us were together, then they weren’t worth caring about.

Jett and Ez were mine, and I was never letting them go.

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JETT

“Areyou sure you want to do this alone?” Ez asked.

I nodded, not sure about anything.

The three of us spent the rest of the weekend together, enjoying the bubble of protection our little cocoon gave us.

We’d talked about what we wanted our new relationship to look like, and we’d all agreed that we were done hiding, especially around the people we cared about.

And I was done hiding that I was bi.

I laughed nervously.

“What was that for?” Ez asked, giving the back of my neck a reassuring squeeze.

I loved how open they were with their affection. How they never hesitated to touch me and loved when I took the initiative and touched them.

“Just thinking that telling everyone I’m dating two guys is a hell of a way to come out. I really don’t do anything half-assed.”

Wes laughed at my unintended joke.

“Go big or go home, right?” I gripped the car door and shoved the last of my nerves aside.

I’d texted Quinn last night asking if we could meet up before work so I could talk to him about something. He’d texted back, inviting me to grab a coffee with him at a shop near the site.

“Are you sure you don’t want one of us to go with you?” Wes asked.

I shook my head. “I need to talk to him myself. I don’t have the kind of history with him that you do, but he was the first friend I made at the club and one of the first friends I made after I moved here. He deserves to hear it from me.”

Ez gripped my wrist and leaned in to give me a quick kiss.

When he pulled away, Wes squeezed through the space between our seats to kiss me too.

“See you soon.” With a deep breath, I pushed open the door to the truck and climbed out.

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