When he leans his back against the counter across from me, I sip from the mug and replay the events of last night. What immediately comes to mind is a conversation that Archer started about us in the elevator. That conversation changed things. And then…I somehow worked up the courage—thanks, champagne—to run my foot along the inside of Archer’s leg.
“Julian…” I whisper. “What would have happened if I hadn’t passed out in the car?”
He clears his throat and furrows his brow. “I don’t know the technical term, but I’m pretty sure it’s called a threesome.”
A groan escapes my lips as I let my forehead drop to the stone countertop. I wasthisclose to losing my virginity in athreesome. “I hate myself. Why did I have to drink so much?”
Julian snickers across the kitchen. “Relax. I’m sure there will be other opportunities.”
“Will there?” I ask, lifting my head.
“I…think so.”
“I hope so,” I say.
His thin lips stretch into a smile. “Me too.”
Resting my chin on my hand, I remember the way the conversation went down, specifically between the two of them. They are definitely into each other. It’s easy to see that.
“So was there a twosome last night while I was passed out in your guest room?”
His expression doesn’t give much away, so with a lifeless look in his eyes, he responds, “No, not really.”
“Not really?”
“Just some…kissing.”
Now I really hate myself. How could I miss this? While Iwas in the guest room, snoring alone, two very hot people were making out, and I could have been a part of it. Fuck my life.
Then he adds, “It didn’t feel right doing more without you.”
Something about that statement strikes me as odd. Sitting up straight, I gaze down at my coffee, letting the gravity of this sink in.
If last night was really just about sex, it wouldn’t have mattered if I was here. They’re clearly into each other. They could have gotten each other off without guilt and made the best of it.
But this isn’t just about sex, is it?
I feel Julian’s cold eyes on me as I lift my gaze to his face. “What is going on?” I whisper.
“I don’t know,” he replies, and I know in that moment he’s thinking the same thing as I am. We are just three people who came together in a broken-down elevator, and now we’re all so drawn to each other that a…relationship is forming.
Just then, someone groans loudly from behind me. Turning around, I watch Archer stretch on the couch, diminishing it with his massive size. When he sits up, I let out a giggle.
His messy curls are matted against his head, and his eyes are squinted.
“Is that coffee?” he asks in a raspy tone.
“Yep,” Julian responds, turning around to get started on Archer’s cup.
Archer escapes into the bathroom, coming back a few minutes later looking refreshed with minty breath and a handsome smile. He stops and takes in my appearance, his eyes raking over the baggy sweatpants.
“Are you wearing Julian’s clothes?”
I nod.
“That’s hot,” he mumbles quietly. Then he places his hands on the counter, and we all just stare at each other in tense silence.
“I’m sorry for passing out last night. I know it kinda ruined the party.”
