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I nod. “I guess it’s not really interfering with my work life. Is that the criteria?”

“One of them. There’s a difference between liking sex and having an addiction or compulsion.”

“I am sleeping less.”

“Because of your activities, or is something else keeping you up?”

I think about how late I was up last night fucking Evan into my mattress…my shower wall. “Just the activities.”

“What would setting some time limits look like?”

I consider the question and why it makes me uncomfortable. “I don’t like the idea of that.”

“Can you say more?”

I scratch at my arm. “It just never feels done.”

“What would ‘done’ feel like?”

Fuck me, I hate these questions. “Done. It feels like done. Like nothing else could happen. Like it’s over.”

“Have you considered it doesn’t feel over because you know you’ll see them again?”

“But I don’t know that,” I sort of snap. I haven’t seen them together since Tuesday night.

“But you do,” he responds calmly. “One of them lives with you, and you work for the other one.”

“That doesn’t guarantee I’ll see themnakedagain.”

“Is that what you’re worried about? Someone getting dressed and then keeping their clothes on forever?”

I scowl. “Why are you making this sound trivial?”

“Am I?”

Gray is sort of an asshole. That’s why I can safely say I’m not attracted to him. He thinks he’s funny, too, and he might be, but I don’t get his humor. What I do get, sometimes, is the sense that he’s making fun ofme. “It doesn’t feel trivial,” I say firmly.

“Howdoesit feel?”

“Important.”

He nods, makes another note.

“And unfinished,” I add.

He writes that down, too. Or I assume that’s what he’s writing down. “Explain the situation so I’m on the same page.”

“We started fucking Tuesday. The three of us. But since then, I’ve seen Isaac once at work in passing. At home, it’s just been me and Evan. And I assume the two of them are fucking at the office. Or not. I don’t know.”

Gray lifts his brows then checks his watch. “Does that bother you? That he’s seeing Isaac more than you are?”

“Yes,” I say through a clenched jaw.

“Have you tried to get the three of you together again?”

“Evan’s not necessarily acting like he wants that.”

“Have you asked?”