“I had an amazing time last night,” he says.
“Me too.”
“Maybe we can do it again sometime.”
Just like that, I’m watching his tight rear head out of my door.
“See you at school.”
My place feels so empty. Not the good kind either, the kind that just had something warm and sweet removed. I had an amazing time last night too, which was the first in a very long time.
Of course, I was very shocked to hear that Sean and Logan had sex, with each other, without me. I always suspected there might be something else under their absolute hatred for one another, but that it was more along the lines of business envy.
As someone who has slept with both of them, I truly don’t blame them though. They clearly have feelings for each other, buried deep down inside. More than just business envy. Maybe they’re just now seeing it because they’ve been with me, together. Once I uncorked the sexual tension, they’re starting to release it.
I’m sure I can help them more, and a big part of me feels like it’s my duty because I really care about them. Shaking my head, I sip the bittersweet coffee.
I guess I identify with Sean more than I initially understood. Here he is confused, because his feelings toward Logan have transformed when I’m really in the same boat.
At first, Logan and Sean were really just the hottest sex I’ve ever had. Two hot billionaires who’ve come to my school to teach? How could I resist? Then they wanted me back.
I don’t know if I thought about where it could go past sex- I guess I just assumed it wouldn’t. I assumed that they would hide me away, only creep toward me in the night and never speak to me afterward. Not that I would have really minded that. But instead, they take me out. They talk to me and listen to me on equal ground.
We have common interests, common insights… they believe in me. Sean even came to me first, out of all the people he has on his payroll or in his life who he could talk to, he came tome, and we had the best time ever.
I need to help them be happy and secure because I care about them.
Sean will be much easier. He’s already open to talking about what happened last night, and he seems a little more ready to accept himself.
Logan, on the other hand, will be much harder to crack. He’s just so reserved and unwilling to open himself up. Why won’t he be vulnerable with us? With me?
I hardly care about whether or not I should get involved in this. In fact, I know exactly what I need to do.
I need to get Logan to be comfortable enough with us that he stops shutting us out. He can’t keep living like this, with his walls so high that not even birds could fly over it. It’s got to be lonely. Painful, even.
I find his number on my phone and type up a text.
“Meet for ice cream this afternoon?”
Do I send it?
Am I getting too involved with these men?
Images of Sean at my door with worry lines all over his face, pass through my mind. His panic last night, his worry about Logan bolting. My finger clicks the send button before I even finish my thought.
One moment later and I see the little bubbles that mean he’s typing. I wonder if he’s still grumpy.
My phone dings. Logan replied.
“Yeah, sounds good.”