“Did you know how much Butterflies make before you saw my info at the agency?”
“I had a hunch. It was both much larger and smaller than I expected, if that makes sense.” He looked at her from the corner of his eye. “But if it was just money you were after, you know I could help you make some other plan. I’ve got connections, and I’m not afraid to use them for someone I love. So… you must like something else about that job.”
“Well, yeah…”
“You like being a slut.”
Her cheeks were flaming hot when he said that.He’s not even accusing me of something.Benson said it so matter-of-factly that Eden almost wanted to cry.Why, though!He didn’t mean to be rude. He didn’t do anything except the same thing she had done to him a hundred times by now.Cut to the core of who he is.
Not just that… what hiskinkswere.
“It’s your thing.” Benson’s finger slid off his cheek. “I like cucking, Liam likes sloppy seconds, and you like being the slut in the center of it all.”
“That is seriously a way to put it, Ben.”
“I’m just telling it like I see it.”
She buried her face in her hands.He’s right.Both of her boyfriends liked sharing for different reasons – and being bisexual probably made it hotter for them – but for Eden, it was about freeing herself from whatever thoughts, whatever insecurities had held her back elsewhere. For the first time in her life, she truly understood her sexuality. And how it was not very well accepted by society.
“You still love me?” she timidly asked. “Despite that?”
“What do you mean despite that? You basically just asked me to marry you by confessing you like being a slut, angel.”
Was she supposed to laugh? Because she did. “It’s like we’re all perfect for each other.”
“Yeah. Except that big elephant between him and me.”
“I couldn’t ever ask you to share me long term with your ex-fiancé.”
“It’s a bit strange, having him back in my life.”
“The last time the three of us were together, I thought…” She hesitated. “I thought I saw you two making out. For a little bit.”
“Hm.”
“You’re not denying it?”
“I mean, it’s entirely possible. Toward the end of sex, I can be a bit… out of it. And not remember details like that.”
“Ben.”
“I’m just being honest. It was Liam. Feelings were high, and my dick was like thunder in a storm, right?”
“Sure.” She laughed again. “Makes you kiss guys, huh?”
“You might be surprised.”
Eden turned toward him, taking his hand and offering a loving touch between the fingers. “Do you still love him?”
He didn’t look at her, but his thumb wrapped around hers, nearly crushing it. “You want me to still love him, don’t you?”
“That wasn’t the question.”
“Because I don’t know the answer to your question.”
“Is there something I don’t know about him? From your perspective. Why did his telling you that you guys needed to keep your relationship open make you break up with him?”
Benson was holding his breath while staring into the distance, as if reliving everything that broke him apart inside. “Having a girlfriend between us was different when we weren’t getting married. That didn’t happen until Libby left. He and I… we got through it together. Realized how meant to be we were, and I… I proposed to him.”
