“Bananas?” Kaylee mutters as Tyler lets out a chuckle, of course he does, before he nods.
He actually nods.
O God, he nods.
“And you promise this won't affect our friendship if you don't like it?” I ask, downing another shot before reaching for the next one. Turns out, I'm the one in need of Dutch courage.
“I promise,” he replies. “I promise it won't change anything.”
I look at them then, the big, rugged jock, and the petite, blonde cheerleader. They're like a walking, talking cliche, America'ssweethearts in the flesh. If I didn't have about a 99% certainty that Tyler isn't as straight as he once claimed to be–which this conversation is certainly challenging–I'd be afraid I'd corrupt them both.
But no, I know attraction when I see it, and Kaylee isn't the only one who's been lusting after me these last few months.
It just took him a while to notice it for himself. He’s been hanging out in a pretty place called denial, a place I’m quite familiar with when I was figuring shit out for myself. So yeah, I had my suspicions about Tyler, but I’d never push him to confront it–the fun flirting aside then. He had to make this realization himself.
Which he appears to have done now.
So I finally grin, because why the hell not? I'm known for making questionable decisions and tend to think with my dick when pretty people are involved.
And my God, do I find Tyler especially pretty.
Perhaps it's not the smartest idea, perhaps I’m fucking up our friendship, I'm setting myself up for a world of hurt since they're stilltogetherand I'm the third wheel.
But just maybe... Maybe there's something there. I can see it in the way he looks at me now, the way his eyes light up each time he checks me out, every time he thinks I'm not watching.
Maybe I'm masochistic enough to go for it.
So I raise my glass, waiting for Mr. and Mrs. Perfect to follow suit. When they do, I flash them a sly grin. “Bottoms up, babes. And here's to hoping we wake up without regrets in the morning.”
Hey, I never claimed I wasn't a self-destructive asshole, right?
THIRTEEN
Oh shit, this is really happening.
Why on earth is this happening?
I trail behind Kaylee as we head up to my room. Jace is right there, hand in hers, and I'm still trying to wrap my head around how we got here.
I would never have imagined in my wildest dreams that I'd be following my girlfriend up the stairs to my room,while she’s holding another guy’s hand. The hand of a guy who apparentlyhas some... plans. But what are those plans, exactly? To kiss her? To kiss me? To touch me? To, well, you know.
I don't even know what the hell I've gotten myself into.
Sure, Kaylee knows I'm curious about Jace. She's aware that I find him attractive. Before we went to Yetties, I even confessed to her about my stupid 'dick-glitch' (which is a term I never thought I'd use) after I saw Tuck and Jace making out in our hallway.
I figured if we were going to be honest with each other, I might as well come clean entirely. After all, I'm still trying to salvage this relationship. We've been together for so long now, and I'm not one to give up easily.
So here we are, embarking on this threesome adventure. Kaylee might have initiated this idea, and she definitely finds Jace attractive too, so I know she's got her own interests at heart. But I also know she's doing this for us, for me, because she seems to know me better than I know myself sometimes.
So fuck me sideways. This day couldn't get any stranger. It's a damn rollercoaster, and I'm all tangled up in my thoughts.
I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm ridiculously nervous, so insanely nervous. Because I just never, ever, would have thought he would say yes. Christ, I wouldn't have ever imagined this would be in the cards to begin with, and I certainly wouldn't have thought Kaylee–mygirlfriend–would propose this whole thing in the first place.
If it weren't for the shots she ordered and the pleasant warm fuzzy feeling they've brought to my head, I'd probably be running in the opposite direction by now.
But now? As I slowly walk into my room where Kaylee and Jace have vanished to, I come to a halt. A momentary pause as I take in the sight of them, standing in such close proximity, their blonde heads bent together, whispering secret things. Jace is fullout using his charm and charisma on her that he usually saves for performing.
I should be feeling jealousy right now.
