“You were with Cooper?” Robin asked.
“Yeah.”
“Finally.”
“What does that mean?” Adam pouted.
“Haven't ten years been enough?” Robin pressed.
“It’s not just…it’s not like that.”
“Sure.” Grant scoffed. “You make it a lot harder than it needs to be. Always talking yourself into trouble.”
“That’s what he said.”
“Then it’s clearly right.” Robin looked smug. “Three against one.”
“We went and talked and we’re going to try again,” Adam said, growing exasperated at the teasing from his friends. He worried about how much he would give away to Robin as the conversation went on. Everybody in their group—save for Cooper—knew him as a dominant. Even Grant, who knew that Cooper was a switch, didn’t know how much Adam had given up before.
“You gonna make him fall into line?” Robin teased.
“Something like that,” Grant answered so Adam didn’t have to.
“Good. The two of you are good together.”
“Are we?” he asked, not as confident.
“I always thought so,” Grant answered.
Adam’s head snapped toward him, the admission news to his ears. “Oh?”
Grant gave him a serious nod, contrary to the teasing tone Robin’s words had taken on.
“Well, if Grant and I were a couple, I would suggest we double date, but we’re not, so…” Robin flattened his hands on the table and pushed up to a standing position. He dropped a kiss in Grant’s graying hair before stepping back. “I’m going to get dressed and leave you two to the rest of your day.”
Grant reached behind him and gave Robin a familiar and reassuring squeeze before he slipped out of Grant’s hold and padded down the hallway toward the bedroom.
“I thought you weren’t seeing Robin,” Adam said under his breath.
“I wasn’t. Until I did.” Grant leveled a sharp look at him. “I thought you weren’t seeing Cooper. You didn’t tell me you were going over there.”
“I didn’t know I was.”
Robin reappeared shortly thereafter and joined them, giving Grant another kiss before saying goodbye and seeing himself out. For as much as Adam was invested in the promise of a second chance with Cooper, he appreciated the easiness of whatever Robin and Grant had going on for the last decade.
“Tell me, then,” Grant said.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him all week.”
“Oh, after that little rendezvous in Devon’s guest room?” Grant teased.
The accusation sent heat rushing up Adam’s throat. He bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen Grant since the party, but it was the first time Grant called him out about what he’d walked in on.
“I was hoping you would never bring that up.”
“I was saving it for the right moment. Which is now.”
He sighed. “He was in the guest room and I just walked in on accident.”
