honestly do. It's just that Bel's working on you, and you're working on Ron. And, sometimes, I kinda feel like I don't know where I belong."
"So you're not into Ron?" I asked.
He shrugged. "I'm not not into Ron. I just tend to prefer my guys a little..." He paused to take a drink, probably to find the word he wanted. "More arrogant," he finally decided. "But it's not even that. It's more that I don't really know what I'm supposed to be doing."
"What do you mean?"
"It's stupid," he assured me.
Cradling my cup, I turned to fold one leg under me so I was facing him on the oddly comfortable second-hand couch. "Try me, Sam?"
So he did the same, facing me so our knees were just touching. "Six months ago, Nick was straight, Luke was a dick, and we were all we had. Now, everyone's talking things out, accepting that all of this is what we've wanted for so long, and they're fine. I'm glad they're fine, but they don't..." He glanced up to look at my face. "They don't need me, and it leaves me feeling like I don't know what I'm supposed to do."
"They do need you," I assured him. "Shit, I need you, Sam. I mean, everything with us has been great, you know? But I have no idea how to juggle all of it. And what happens when I just want to pass out without the orgy first?"
At the next table, the girl's head jerked up, proving she'd heard me. My eyes jumped to her, and I had to smother a laugh, but Sam noticed. Twisting, he turned so he could see her, rolled his eyes, and then gave me his full attention again.
"I'm always down for a little co-sleeping," he promised, but his voice had dropped a bit so it wouldn't carry.
"And what about our rooms?" I asked. "Because technically, the red room is mine, but all my stuff's in Nick's, and I had to sneak in there without waking Luke this morning just to get a bra. Well, and pants. I don't really want to move into my own room, but it's getting a little..."
"Insane," he agreed. "Yeah, I know what you mean. And not in a bad way, because I did kinda enjoy last night."
"So, did Ron not get him off?" I asked.
Sam leaned closer. "Like a freight train," Sam told me. "But Bel said he got off about the time he was balls deep. He wasn't going to stop until he took care of you two, so kinda got himself all hot and bothered again, if you know what I mean."
"No shit?" I asked. "Not even an O-face from him!"
"Not Bel's style." Sam lifted his cup and drained the contents. "So he asked if we could cuddle, and then that kinda got out of hand, and then he, well, asked me to top."
My mouth dropped open. "Seriously? I thought Bel wasn't the kind of guy to bottom!"
"Not usually," Sam agreed. "And you know that he and Nick will never happen, right? They're friends, but have exactly zero attraction for each other. But, I think if there was someone in the middle, that would be different."
"How do you feel about being in the middle?" I asked.
"Oh, so you, Ron, and I are going to be the bitches in this house?"
"Sounds like Luke's Ron's bitch," I countered.
Sam canted his head and lifted a shoulder in a weak shrug. "Can't really deny that. I'm also a switch. I have no preference. I mean none, Sia. I like topping, bottoming, and cuddling. I love talking. That's kinda how I ended up as their therapist, I think. And now that you've managed to cure all of them, I'm trying to figure out my place."
"With me," I assured him.
He held out his hand for my almost empty cup. "You know that has just become a pretty big thing, right? With what she said yesterday, being a part of your inner circle is going to be a very coveted place."
"I figured it would be the opposite," I admitted before I chugged the last bit of my coffee and let him have the cup.
Sam leaned in to kiss my cheek. "Power is alluring. You have a lot of it. People will be drawn to it."
"And you," I said, "will make sure I don't get confused, right?"
"Always," he promised as he eased himself off the couch. "We need more of this. Same thing?"
"Please."
As soon as he rounded the corner, the girl at