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fallen asleep, and I woke up when they were trying to carry me to their bed. It was hilarious to hear them whisper-yelling to each other about how to not drop me.
    “Guys?” I croaked, not bothering to open my eyes. “How about you just let me walk?”
    “Shit,” Jay said. “Sorry. We didn’t want to wake you up. You were so sound asleep, and you clearly need it.”
    Miraculously, they managed to set me on my feet without dropping me.
    “Now you’ve both said I look like shit,” I said, opening my eyes and pouting.
    “No, sweetness. You just look tired. I don’t think it’s possible for you to look like shit,” Noah said, kissing my nose before taking my hand in his and leading me. “Come on.”
    The sight of their bed and the memories of snuggling with Jonathan in it made me smile. I was glad that Noah would be with us this time, curious how we’d all fit, and how things would work, logistically. In the moonlight, the three of us stripped down to various states of undress. Once I climbed between the soft, cool sheets, I let out a deep sigh. “You guys have the best bed ever.”
    They laughed, sliding in on either side of me, and before I had time to think about things too much, I was asleep again.

CHAPTER FOUR

    On the kitchen table, there were piles of bacon and Belgian waffles.  
    “Hey,” Jay interrupted his story about dating a woman. “She broke my heart. And if she hadn’t, nothing would have ever happened between us.”
    Noah tilted his head to the side, conceding Jay’s point with a grin.
    “We were just friends for a long time after that, though,” Noah said. “Poor Jon still wasn’t sure what to make of his attraction to me.”
    “Give me a break. I’d never met such a smart, cute, funny guy before. I always assumed I’d meet a nice woman and settle down. And you were so out!”
    Noah shrugged and grinned. “No point in delaying the inevitable.”
    Watching them banter was adorable and made my heart squeeze. I wanted the chance to create memories with them, too. I wanted to be a part of this intimate circle of history.
    “Have you ever been attracted to another woman?” Noah asked.
    In that moment, I loved and hated that he had such a direct nature. He wasn’t being offensive by asking; he was exploring—and that was exactly what I wanted, but something about it made me cringe a little. I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to talk about some parts of my past. It was so much easier to tuck them away and forget. It was impossible to deny those facets of me, though, when we were having such an open and honest discussion about sexuality and our pasts.
    “Sure,” I said. “To me, attraction is fluid. Less about gender, more about characteristics.”
    I hoped my vague answer would suffice, but no such luck.
    “Juicy. What happened?” Jay asked, his eyes wide.  
    “She was firmly straight.” I sighed. “We were study partners at first, and then close friends for months after. I’d crushed on her the entire time. When I finally worked up the courage to kiss her and confess my feelings, she was polite about declining me, but things never went back to how they were. She was so guarded after that, and I regretted that I’d ruined such a close friendship by being selfish and wanting more.”
    There were several beats of awkward silence before Noah grabbed a piece of bacon and threw it at me.  
    “Throwing your meat at our girl at the table?”
    “Sometimes you just need another bite of bacon.”
    I smiled at them, and while we finished eating, there were many flirty glances exchanged. In fact, they’d definitely ramped up the teasing. Long pulls of their forks from between their lips mixed with soft moans. I totally got into it, too. There was a rarely experienced openness between us, and it made me bold and daring. The robe I’d borrowed from them “accidentally” slipped off one shoulder when I reached down to pick an invisible speck of fuzz from the lower edge of the fabric.