being loyal to all three. This is called a triad, where all three members are committed to one another.”
I sit and stew on this for a moment, and it had been how they described their friends from college. It’s funny, though. I’d think this was insane at best if it wasn’t for Rowan and Knox suggesting it.
And they’d never seen each other fully committed to another female, though they are still attracted to women. And what’s most insane about this idea they’ve placed into my now very active imagination is I’ve known them for what—a week?
Thoughts of both men and the differences between them satisfy many distinct points I find attractive. Rowan is a scholar and can hold a deep conversation, both teaching me things without going fully over my head yet stimulating my mind. Knox is creative, amusing, and witty. His ability to light the room with his mere presence is only one of the breathtaking things about him. Their outward appearances also create a different palate for me that I find irresistible. Knox's light blond hair, trimmed short around the edges, and the ink running down his arms and chest are sexy as sin. And I can’t forget the smile, the broad, breathtaking grin overtaking his entire face. Then there’s Rowan. His thick black hair with a little premature gray, sits above his ears and the azure of his eyes pulling me in as I hang on his every word are again only a small portion of what I find overwhelming when it comes to them.
My text pings in the middle of my thoughts, pulling me back to the reality where getting involved with two men is still a very, very bad idea. Yet my lips pull into a large smirk I know is taking over my face at the name on the text.
Knox: I probably sound like a creeper. But I’ve been up all night. I think we scared the hell out of you. I got up to have a little leftover pasta because I eat when I can’t sleep. I happened to look outside and saw your light on. Are you okay? You left so quickly, and we regret like fuck scaring you.
If I didn’t already have a good read on both men, I’d certainly deduce Knox was a creeper. But I’ve never connected with someone, as I do with both of them. Not even my last boyfriend.
Me: Yeah, you sort of do sound like a creeper. But it’s okay. Thanks for checking in on me. It’s nice to know someone out there cares.
The dots appear immediately after my text, and my stomach clenches at more interaction with him tonight.
Knox: Why are you awake?
Me: I couldn’t sleep.
I’m not going into logistics because it would open the door to something I can’t handle. Not when my sister is more important than my lust of two men in the here and now.
Knox: Did we upset you?
Me: No, of course not.
Knox: Did you understand what we meant?
Well, hell, they couldn’t have been more clear, even if they tried.
Me: Sort of, but the idea of three in a relationship is a little confusing.
It honestly isn’t because it’s still on my phone, and I’d been reading it to myself before his text. I just don’t want to admit how much I both understand it and want it.
Knox: We’ve never been attracted to a girl like we are with you. Sure, we’ve shared girls before, but it was just because we wanted one night with them. But with you, we can see more.
Why do his words— thinking of them with another female—cause me to become all hot and bothered yet fill me with a rage of jealousy all at the same time?
Me: I see. So I’d be one night.
I know it’s not what he said, but I don’t know how to respond because my brain isn’t working.
Knox: Avery, that isn’t what I said. It was the exact opposite.
Me: Can we go back to how things were before you dropped this bombshell on me?
Knox: Have we disgusted you?
Fuck no. And the wetness between my legs certainly proves the exact opposite.
Me: No, but I don’t have the luxury to take part in something like this, even if my heart desires it. I have the custody hearing for my sister and final home inspections, too. I can’t risk my own selfish desires for the welfare of Whitney.
Knox: You’re certainly the least selfish person, and no one would have to know. You have needs, too. And