“I love it.”
“I noticed.”
I chuckle. “Seriously, though, I am happy.”
“Wait? You weren’t being serious? Now I’m going to have to readjust my expectations.”
“Oh, I’m very serious about riding your cock one day soon. Don’t you worry.” I sigh. “But really… I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. The pair of you give me butterflies.”
“I didn’t know you could be so sweet,” Gabe teases.
“I’m sweet. When I want to be.”
I waggle my fingers, and Gabe catches hold of them. We rest our joined hands over Blake’s hip and share several long moments of silence.
“We really wore our baby boy out,” Gabe says at length.
“Yeah, we did.”
“But my stomach’s starting to rumble.”
“I’ll make something,” I say as I start to push the quilt aside.
“I’ll do it. You go back to making heart-shaped eyes at Blake.”
“I was not.”
“You definitely were.”
“In that case, I’ve been making heart-shaped eyes at you too.”
For the first time since I met him, Gabe actually blushes. He sits, leans over Blake, and kisses my cheek before getting up and putting some clothes on so he can cook.
I was joking, wasn’t I? Yes, I’ve known Gabe for years, but I can’t go from being friends to lovers to love in a week and a half, can I? No, of course not. Love doesn’t work that way. It takes time. It’s complicated like a jigsaw. And if a relationship between two people is a two-dimensional jigsaw, then a poly relationship must be a three-dimensional one. There are so many pieces to fit together. And yet… if the last few days are anything to go by, we do fit. We fit when we play, when we fuck, when we kiss, when we simply sit and talk, and when we group text… It’s always fun, easy, and sexy as hell. Which makes me wonder when the bubble’s going to burst.
Beside me, Blake makes the sweetest little murmuring noise as he starts to wake up. He stretches and then opens his eyes.
“Hey.”
I brush my thumb over his cheek. “Hey, yourself. How are you feeling now?”
“A little groggy.” He tucks his hand under his other cheek. “Thanks for taking care of me.”
“Did you hear that?” I call to Gabe. “Our princess said thank you.”
“I heard, and you’re welcome, baby boy.”
“Gabe’s cooking,” I explain.
Blake inhales. “Smells good.” His stomach rumbles audibly, and he laughs. “I’m not used to eating so late. I normally eat with Lexi.”
“You really love your niece, don’t you?”
He smiles happily. “Yeah, she’s great. I’m pretty glad that I’m only responsible for her occasionally, though.”
“Oh?”
“I had to set an alarm to remember to feed my hamster every day.” He covers his face with his hands. “I can’t believe I just admitted that. There’s areasonmy brothers don’t think I’m reliable.”
