“Uh,” I say. “You okay?”
No response. His breathing deepens and evens out. “Um. Cy is asleep on me,” I say to Jack.
“Technically, you’re in his spot. He loves sleeping on the sofa. Just roll him off you, if you don’t want him there.”
“I wouldn’t saythat.” It’s quite nice having him draped across me. Like having a pet cat curled up in my lap. “Does he go out every night?”
Jack hesitates. “Most of them. Five or six nights a week, probably.”
“Jesus.How does he have the energy?”
Cy shifts slightly, and I automatically start running a hand through his hair. It’s probably the nicest hair I’ve ever seen on a guy: thick and silky, so black it’s almost blue under the light. I brush some away from his forehead and notice him smirking up at me.
“You’re not even bloody sleeping, you knob.”
“I will if you keep petting me.” He stretches luxuriously, looking up at me through his long lashes. “You’re really comfy, sugar.”
I glance up at Jack, concerned. Oddly, he doesn’t seem annoyed or jealous at all, smiling as he roots around in the cupboards. That’s weird, right? I mean, I kissed him less than sixty seconds ago, but he’s okay with his roommate burrowing into my thigh like a sleepy kitten?
Then again, Cyrus is clearly very tactile. Maybe he’s like this with everybody. He might not even be flirting.
“Do you want to go on a date tonight?” Cy says lazily, reaching up to tug one of my curls.
Nevermind, then.
I stare at him. “I… with you?”
He snorts. “I’m not asking for Jack. Although he can come if he wants.”
Jack raises his mug. “Thanks, mate. I’ll take you up on that.”
“Never say I’m not generous.” Cyrus stretches in my lap, rolling out his shoulders with a small, pleased sound.
I sputter, looking between the two men. “I—are you serious?”
“As a heart attack.”
“You’re asking me on a double-date… but with only me?”
“I guess so.” He tosses me a sideways glance. “You can say no. I won’t be offended. Well, no, I will, but somehow I’ll persevere through the pain.”
“No!” I say, too suddenly. “I mean, yes!” Both guys crack up. “I mean. I don’t get it.”
“What’s there to get?” Jack asks, casually sipping his tea. “You’ve been on dates before. It’s the exact same thing, but with twice as many men.”
“But—”
Cami whimpers a few feet away in her cot, and Cyrus finally sits up. “It’s okay, ladybug,” he calls, looking around. “Where’s your bunny?”
“She doesn’t want the bunny,” Jack argues. “She’s missing her lion.”
“Where’s Cami’s bunny, babe?” Cyrus asks, ignoring him.
I pass it to him and watch blankly as he leans over me, tickling Cami’s face with its fuzzy tail.I’m being so stupid. I totally forgot about Anisha. They all slept with her. ‘Simultaneously’, according to Cyrus. So I guess the guys are used to sharing.
Is that what they’re suggesting now?
The thought sends heat flushing up to my cheeks. Images flash through my mind. Me sitting in Cyrus’s lap, kissing Jack. Me sprawled across my bed, wedged between them both. Me kneeling on the floor, one man in my mouth, and one with his face between my legs.