Page 46 of Me Three
I smile at him and use my free hand to rub his cheekbone. What I really want to do is lean in and kiss him goodnight, but he’s taken one step too many tonight. This might be the last straw for him. So I leave it. Let it go, close my eyes, and let Tru’s heartbeat lull me to sleep.
“Just five more minutes,” Tru says a few hours later.
“That’s what you said five minutes ago, little cabbage,” I tell him, and Carter laughs from the bathroom.
I turn around and see him in the mirror, brushing his teeth and staring at me. I smile at him. I’m really proud of him for how much progress he made last night. I hope after what happened, what we did on this very bed, in this very room, he finally understands what he’s been missing, and he’s willing to take a chance. I hope he doesn’t go back to the same Carter I’ve been fighting with for so long.
“Fine. But next time it’s a late check-out. It’s always late check-out,” they say, opening their eyes and sitting up so swiftly it’s like they were faking it.
“I’ve learned my lesson,” I answer them.
They get out from under the covers and stand up to give me a kiss. Then they trot into the bathroom, butt naked, and give a kiss to Carter. Carter slaps their butt as they go in the shower, and his dick grows twice in size.
“This kid is gonna decimate our dicks,” he says when he comes out and sees my equally proud cock, ready for action.
“I’d happily let them if we didn’t have to check out and drive all the way back to New Harlow,” I say.
“We could always make a pit stop on the highway,” Carter grins.
“Did I hear anything about sex on the highway?” Tru turns to us from within the shower.
Carter laughs and walks to his bag, shaking his head.
“Is your hearing always so sharp?” I ask them.
“What?” they ask.
“How did they hear highway sex and not my question?” I ask Carter.
“Must be selective hearing,” he says. “Can’t blame them.”
Fifteen
Carter
Ialways thought when and if I allowed myself to break my rules and start dating again, I’d feel overwhelmed, scared, and a little apprehensive.
That I wouldn’t even know how to do romantic and sweet.
It turns out I was wrong.
And I don’t even know how Ev and I have both ended up dating the same person, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.
It’s easier doing this with him than it would be without him. Everything is easier with Ev. It’s in his nature. To make the best out of everything. To see the kindness in everyone. But that’s Ev. That’s who he’s always been for as long as I’ve known him.
My only hope, wish, whatever you want to call it, is that I don’t lose my best friend, the man I love, to Tru.
I know Tru said it’s not a competition. For them. But surely they can’t be with both of us forever. That crap only happens in fiction, right? No one really lives as a throuple or whatever they call it, right?
And even if they did, no one said Tru would want to be with both of us.
I mean realistically, this can’t work forever, which means one of us, either Ev or me, are bound to get hurt by whatever it is we’re doing. But I’m too weak to stop it anymore. I don’t want to stop it.
For the first time since Ian, I feel… myself again. Not entirely, but almost.
“Hey,” Everett says, walking into the kitchen while I’m on my laptop, attempting to mark essays but failing miserably.
“Hey.”
