Kit pouted. “You should tell me what you’re doing.”
He hadn’t been nervous at first, but James’s weird, distant energy was infectious. The way James kept moving from room to room was clearly an attempt to hide his pacing. Bringing cups in and out, forgetting his phone in the kitchen, grabbing a beer for Kit, going back for a bottle opener.
The constant movement made Kit want to pace too. But Darius’s arm was heavy and solid and nice. Like a weighted blanket, settling his nerves just enough to keep him still.
“Whatever you’re doing, hurry up,” Darius said, though he was the most patient of all of them. “Or I’ll find something else to do.” His hand dropped to Kit’s thigh.
Kit squeaked at the sudden pressure.
“Ready,” Holden said, sitting cross-legged on the floor. His laptop sat on the coffee table.
The widescreen TV swapped to the image of a psychopathically tidy desktop. The background was a default sunset photo, and the only icons were the basic documents, pictures, recycling—and a lone slideshow file namedpresentation.pptx.
Holden swapped windows to reveal the file already open, and switched to presentation mode.
“For fuck’s sake,” Darius muttered under his breath, as James finally came to rest against the arm of the couch.
Kit went utterly still.
The presentation used a default theme, decorated with cheerful pastel flowers. Which was probably what Darius was muttering about. But Kit was transfixed by the title:
WHY THE FOUR OF US SHOULD MOVE IN TOGETHER
Okay, maybe Darius was muttering about the title, too.
Holden cleared his throat theatrically. “The following presentation concerns our current living situation.”
As Holden tapped his keyboard, bullet points showed up. Kit’s heart thudded with each one.
- Kit
- Holden
- D
- J
“Nobody calls me J,” James said, his tone light but his gaze sharply focused.
The next page was titledCURRENT SITUATION. More bullet points followed.
- James selfishly keeps Kit at his house
- I have a guest room/prison cell in Darius’s apartment
- These locations are 20+ minutes apart without traffic
“Kit is dating all three of us,” Holden continued, serene. “I still fantasize about killing Darius and James and keeping Kit to myself, but that’s just a normal daydream. Killing you would make Kit sad, so I don’t want to do that.”
“How sweet,” Darius said drily.
Kit cuddled closer to Darius. “Admit it, Holden. You’re starting to like them.”
Holden winked at Kit. “They have their uses. Now, the current situation is good. But it could be much better—if we were living together.”
He clicked to the next page. Amidst pastel flowers was the titleNEED A NEW HOUSE.
“The current options all suck in various ways,” Holden said, as bullet points appeared.
