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Although, it gives me an idea to have a competition of how many orgasms we can give her when we have group sex.

We get cleaned up the best we can. Thankfully, Tessa has a few napkins in her purse.

She pops us back to my car, and we begin our drive home with grins on our faces and our fingers laced together in my lap.

“Does this mean I passed your test? Am I boyfriend material?” I ask as we pull into the mansion’s massive garage.

She bursts out in giggles. “There was never a test, silly, and you know it. And yes, you passed,” she says with a wink.

19

ANTICIPATION

KURTIS

Iprobably look ridiculous sitting at the window, watching and waiting for Evan and Tessa’s return from their date, but I can’t help it.

Did they hook up? Did it fall apart before it even began?

I hope he made a good impression, because if he didn’t win her over, then the odds of me getting a shot to charm her are slim to none. Tessa won’t keep moving forward with this polycule idea if Evan isn’t part of it. She would just go back to only dating Dante.

I wouldn’t blame her.

I think the only way it makes sense for her to date me is if I was part of a larger group. I’m bad boyfriend material. I’m broken. I’ve never really dated anyone.

I have no idea what I’m doing.

She wouldn’t want me on my own.

As I watch them park and walk up to the front door, their arms interlocked, my heart flips with joy. He’s winning her over.

I have a chance then too.

They’re laughing. I wait for the jealousy to take over as I watch them kiss at the front steps.

But nothing rears its ugly head. No, I’m turned on. I want to be part of it, but not in an envious way.

I’m happy for them. This is a recent development for me. I’ve often felt jealous and angry when life didn’t work out the way I wanted it to.

If Dante’s watching from his window, does he feel happy for her or angry?

“What are you doing?” Dante barks from behind me. “Are you part puppy? Or stalker?”

“Puppy-stalker? Or stalker puppy?” I shrug. “Either works. What sounds cuter?”

Dante grabs me by the elbow and guides me back toward the gaming room. “We can’t intrude on their time. Give them some damned space.”

I pull my arm out of his hold and eye Dante, wondering how he really feels about all this. “It doesn’t bug you?”

“Does it bug you?” he deflects.

“No. Surprisingly, it doesn’t. But I don’t have a leg to stand on since I haven’t even had a date with her yet.”

Dante sighs and falls into an easy chair, picking up the beer he must have left behind when he grabbed me. “It doesn’t bug me as much as I thought it might. I suppose I really do love her and want her to be happy… even if it means she’s with other guys.”

“Does it help? That it’s with Evan?” I ask.

“I think it does. I love you both like brothers. Not that I know what that feels like since I never had brothers.” He chuckles.

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