They clear their throat, then glance between the two of us. “I want to go all in.”
Landon and I share a look. “What do you mean?” I ask.
“Like…” They wave a hand through the air. “Like I want to just go all in. No boundaries. No permission. I just want us to be free to be together in any way we want.”
“Is this because of last night?” Landon asks. “Do you think you need to rush ahead since we had sex?”
I bite my lower lip while Parker shakes their head. “No. I just really trust you both. You, uh—you mean a lot to me. And I was afraid of being hurt. I’m still a little afraid, I won’t lie, but I don’t want any of us to be stifled. I want us to be free to explore our feelings and stuff.”
I’m opening my mouth to respond when Parker’s face turns murderous. “But just with us. I think it goes without saying that I mean just the three of us.”
I almost can’t stifle a laugh at that. “I’m not interested in anyone else, Cotton Candy.”
Landon shakes his head. “Me neither.”
We all stare at each other in silence for a second.
“So it’s settled then?” Parker asks. “We have a—what even is this? A polycule? We have a closed polycule.”
“Sounds perfect to me,” I say, heart pounding in my throat.
“Me too, Lovebug.”
A breathtaking smile spreads across Parker’s face. “Okay. Perfect. Then yes, I want you to be able to explore and have fun and justbe.The idea of it makes me feel all… funny inside. But in a good way.”
If it’s anything like the way I feel when I think about the two of them together, I feel the same way.
“Me too, pretty baby.”
“Ugh. Stop calling me that,” Parker says, glaring at me, but their smile and the flush on their cheeks give them away.
“You don’t want him to stop,” Landon whispers, reaching up to brush his knuckles over Parker’s cheek.
Eyelashes fluttering closed, Parker sighs. “Fine. Alright. I don’t. But you better not call me that in front of anyone else. I have a reputation to uphold.”
Weston Hale is not one to blush. In fact, I don’t think I’veeverseen his cheeks turn pink.
But right now? They’re pink. Red, actually.
“Hey, West.”
He holds a hand out in front of him. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
The glare he levels at me is impressive. It would probably be more intimidating if he wasn’t so red-faced. “We’re never, ever going to talk about what happened at the bar.”
I can’t help but laugh.
Levi stands, his dripping wet hair bouncing. He’s cute, with curly blond hair and crystal-blue eyes offset by almost elvish features, his nose and chin a little pointy and pronounced. “I think we should definitely talk about it. What’s it like?”
West goes so red I’m worried he might pass out. “Did I not already tell you enough?”
Laughing, Devon hooks his arm around Levi’s neck, pulling him away. “Sorry about him.”
West shakes his head, but the color doesn’t fade. I bump his arm with mine. “Nah, I’m happy for you, man. You’ve come a long way from the guy who stood in this very locker room asking me what was so cool about football pants.”
With a laugh, he bumps me back. “No, yeah. I’ve got it figured out now. Did you know Darcy has taken a liking to the Packers?”
