A laugh escaped her lips. A laugh that made him look up at her. A laugh that stretched the smile across her face and reminded him of the sister he loved and missed so much. It made his stomach knot, and he took another sip of his tea.
"You look so stressed about it," she noted. "What's wrong with liking both? They're not asking you to choose, are they?"
"No," he said quickly. "No, they’re not asking. They’re… they’re quite comfortable with each other. But…”
His cheeks heated at the memory of Corbin taking him... How he'd felt when it happened, even though he knew Reverie had seen them, and how she'd cuddled with him after. How he'd laid between them for three nights. Feeling his failures and allowing them to help ease the pain.
"Hey—“ Nyssa reached for him, squeezing his shoulder. "What's wrong?"
Dorian glanced up at her, swallowing hard, and he fumbled with the cup. “I just… I don’t think I ever expected…” He was stammering, and he paused to collect his thoughts before looking up at her.
“Corbin... I let him..." A brow raised, and Nyssa's hands clapped over her mouth again.
"Dorian, you didn't..."
"I did," he admitted.
"What—you let him—“ She made a gesture with her hand, and Dorian nodded. Nyssa's eyes widened. "Where was Reverie?" she wondered.
"Asleep. But apparently, she woke up and watched it happen. And then she kissed us both after.”
She gasped again, and Dorian ran his hands through his hair, letting the memory consume him. He knew Nyssa would know how big of a step this was for him and what it meant that it had happened.
"Did you like it?" she dared to ask.
"I don't know, that's the point," he said defeatedly. "I think I did, and I know that I wouldn't want that from anyone but him. But..." Dorian stood from the chair and rubbed his hands over his face. "Andher... Fuckingher." His hands pressed to his hips as he turned in a circle, the memory of Reverie and all the things she made him feel consuming him. "She makes me crazy. She's beautiful, commanding, intelligent—“
"Threatens you with a knife," Nyssa grinned.
"Threatens me with a knife,yes," he said, surrendering onto the back of the couch.
He could feel his face reddening, and Nyssa had seen it before he could hide it.
"Architects, are you blushing again?"
He glared poorly at her as she hopped off the counter.
"You are—“ She smiled again, shoving his chest mockingly. Dorian wavered off-balance, letting her make fun of him and relishing that banter that he'd missed so much.
"Shut up," he muttered, and yet loving every second of it.
Nyssa walked around to the couch and sat on her knees, leaning over the back to still see him. "Have you had both of them yet?"
Dorian eyed her. "You're certainly eager."
"My brother is in love with two people who apparently also love him. Yes, I am eager. This is amazing."
"I actually haven't had her yet."
"You haven't slept with her yet, and you think you're in love with her?"
Dorian paused a moment, obviously contemplating it in his head. "I don't know," he admitted. "I know that I want her. And I want to protect her as much as she wants to protect me. I know I like talking to her. I like hearing her call me out on my bullshit... And when I'm with both of them, it just... It feels... Complete," he admitted.
“What about Corbin? How does he make you feel?"
Dorian shrugged. "Safe,” he admitted. “But it's not like I want to hold him like I want to do with her. And I don't exactly want him cuddling me either."
But as he thought about it, and the nights they’d spent sleeping together as one at the Bryn, Dorian realized maybe he did like it.
