10
We were having coffee together, me sitting cross legged on my couch and wearing Jakes T-shirt with my fingers wrapped around a mug when I looked at both of them and said, “I want you. Both of you. At the same time.”
Julian was the first to react. He leaned back in his chair, eyebrows raised. “You sure?”
Jake went still, fingers frozen on the rim of his cup. His lips parted slightly, like he was about to speak, but no words came.
“I’m tired of pretending,” I said. “Tired of choosing. I’ve loved things about both of you. Hated things, too. But this, what we are, it’s already messy. Why not make it honest?”
Jake finally exhaled. “I don’t know if I can watch you with him again.”
“You won’t be watching,” I said softly. “You’ll be with me.”
Julian chuckled, low and rough. “God, that’s
