upgraded their tactics to murder. I think that’s a little more serious than Elliot choosing to do the right thing and protect Roman.”
“But she wasn’t with him when the attack happened,” Dmitri argues. “So how does she know he didn’t do it?”
“Roman wouldn’t kill someone.” Cam pulls a face. “He’s not that kind of guy.”
“Are we sure about that? He’s a professor—how much can any student know about their professor? Or even their fellow students.”
“I know it wasn’t him because I really was with him,” I reply. “I didn’t lie about that part.”
That shuts them up.
Silence falls, and they all turn to stare at me, their combined gazes practically burning a hole through me.
“Oh. And I’m guessing he wasn’t really helping you with studying,” Dmitri says after a long moment of painfully awkward silence.
I’ve never been the kind of person to be embarrassed about sex—either talking about it or having it. I’m a grown-ass adult, and I can do who I want, when I want, how I want. So even though Roman and I have been keeping whatever’s going on between us a secret, I don’t see any reason to lie about it to my roommates. Especially when they’ve clearly already guessed the truth.
“No,” I say evenly. “We were having sex, if you really want to know.”
Dmitri’s eyes narrow, and he looks like he wants to punch something. He turns and walks over to his desk, facing away from me, bracing his hands on the back of the chair. Asher blushes, his gaze dropping to the floor. And Cam looks… disappointed?
“Jesus. What’s wrong?” I ask, my gaze darting between them. “It was just sex; it’s not a big deal. We’ve all done it, right? You look like I told you I kicked a kitten.”
“No, it’s cool. It’s just… uh… we didn’t know.” Cam tries to reaffix his usual cheerful smile to his face, but it keeps slipping.
Well, that’s definitely not the whole fucking story. Is it because Roman’s a teacher? Do they think if I get busted, they’ll be found guilty by association? Or…
“What?” I chuckle weakly as a new thought strikes me. “Did one of you want to go out with me?”
The silence is even thicker this time.
Oh.
Oh.
Shit. Who?
I glance around, trying to pick out which of the guys looks the most awkward and uncomfortable, but the weird thing is, none of them will meet my eyes.
Asher’s blush deepens.
Cam shrugs as if to say you nailed it.
And Dmitri? He’s still gripping the back of the chair like he’s about to snap it in half.
“You mean…” I trail off, then clear my throat and start again. “You mean you all want to date me?”
No one speaks, and my mouth falls open like a fish gawping in slow motion. My brows rise so high they practically invade my hairline.
Their non-answer says more than words ever could.
Well, holy fuck. If you need me, I’ll just be over here picking my jaw up off the floor.
Finally, Asher clears his throat. “We’re all… interested. But we decided at the very beginning of the semester that we didn’t want to fight over you. So we won’t.”
“You guys all want to date me?” I ask again, like a polyamorous broken record. It’s the only thing I can think to say though, because they’ve just thrown me for a serious loop.
Dmitri grunts something under his breath, and I swear I hear the wood of the chair crack. I doubt he’d admit he had feelings for me right now under threat of torture, but that doesn’t explain why he’s hulking out on the furniture.
I tug my bottom lip between my teeth, gazing at them in shock. I’ve been attracted to all three of these men since the day I first met them, but I’ve been trying to ignore it. And there were definitely moments when I thought they might’ve been attracted to me too. But Cam’s an incorrigible flirt, Asher’s so withdrawn and quiet it can be hard to tell, and Dmitri—well…
“I thought you didn’t like me,” I say to his back.
“I’m not saying I do.” His tone is defensive, his hackles raised.
“And here I thought I was being so obvious.” Cam scrunches up his nose, grinning sheepishly.
“You—you were, I’m just…” Now I’m the flustered one. “I’m just not used to it, I guess.”
“What?” He looks genuinely confused. “To guys being interested in you?”
“Not unless they’re drunkenly trying to hit me up at the bar.” I haven’t had time to meet men in any other environment, so I