Page 11 of Finding Their Place

We both busted into laughter.

Fuck, had I needed a night out with her. I felt lighter already.

“Seriously, though,” Lily said once we settled down, a smirk still on her face. “Are you still crushing on that sexy roommate of yours?”

“Bad. Like, really bad, but maybe it’s just because my love life is in a serious drought, and I’m dying for kisses that will curl my toes.” I sagged into my chair, leaning onto our table with my elbow, chin propped in my hand. “It doesn’t help that he walks around in nothing but sweats, showing off those abs and that V I would pay to lick.”

“He is fine.”

“Fuck fine,” I snorted my disagreement. “He’s divine perfection.”

“DP.”

We laughed our assess off again, and I knew I’d be changing Garrett’s name in my cell to DP.

“It’s a lovely thing, isn’t it?” I asked, knowing it was my tale of a threesome I’d had a couple years earlier that had enticed Lily into moving to California and seeking out two lovers instead of one.

“Sometimes it hurts like a motherfucker,” Lily said quietly, leaning toward me, that light back in her eyes, “but watching my men fall apart together inside me while they’re sucking on each other’s tongues…yeah.” She shuddered and sat back, fanning her face.

“Bitch.”

Lily flipped me the bird while grinning.

The waiter arrived with new drinks, and we clinked our glasses together. “To Haley getting her man.”

“Two men would be better,” I said, “but at this point, I won’t be greedy. Finding one is hard enough.”

“They’ll both have to be hard to—”

“God, Lily!” I barked out, dissolving into laughter yet again.

One thing about my cousin, I could count on her to take the heaviness away even if we acted like immature dorks.

Same as cuddling with my sweet koala…

I sagged again, letting out a sigh. “Do you think Garrett knows how hot I am for him but just ignores it since he’s gay?”

She shrugged and sipped. “It’s possible, but I’ve seen the way he looks at you too. He adores you…you’re definitely his safe place, and he wouldn’t ever do anything to fuck that up.”

“Why can’t he be straight?” I whined, something I rarely did.

“There’s such a thing as gay for you. Maybe you could talk him into being straight for you?”

“I wouldn’t ever attempt it. He’s like…my platonic person, and I can’t jeopardize our friendship.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, I wish. Over the back of the couch, against the door…” I let out a heavy sigh. “He’s the perfect a guy…almost everything I want. He doesn’t have a manipulative bone in his body, and while he lacks in direction like I do, that bulge of his I catch tenting his sweats when we’re watching hot guys on TV…fuck to the yes, please, fill me up and wreck my mouth with your tongue.”

Lily lifted her wine again and held it toward me. “Then let’s make a vow—we’re going to find you your man—or two—both hotter than Garrett who will love you unconditionally and hold your hand through life. Oh.” She giggled. “And may they have a bigger, thicker dick than your roommate’s too.”

I wasn’t sure I would want anything more than what Garrett packed between his muscular thighs, but desperation had begun to creep its way into my core. “And how do you propose we do that?” I asked, clinking my glass against hers.

“Missing Link.”

A half hour later, I had an active profile on the latest poly dating app.

The wait began, fingers and toes crossed for luck, something I’d been shortchanged on since birth.

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