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“Thank you. It was a long time ago. Sometimes it still hits me pretty hard, but that's no reason to take it out on other people.”
“It's okay. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose your father. I never knew mine or even his name.” This was something I had never shared with anyone before. “When I was seven, I asked my mom about him. Her exact words were, ‘We never exchanged names. He was just some guy I banged for weed in the parking lot of a Phish concert.’
“Jesus Christ. What a horrible thing to tell a little girl about her father. I'm sorry.”
“Yeah, my mom’s a real cunt. But like you said, it was a long time ago and we're still standing.” He put his arms around me and kissed me on the forehead.
“I can’t turn my back for a second without you two making out.” We turned to see Logan standing in the doorway. Aiden glared at him. But I was grateful for the way he had lightened the mood.
“I think somebody’s jealous.” I smiled and winked at Aiden. We wrapped our arms around Logan’s waist and kissed him on the cheek.
“This is my kind of breakfast sandwich,” he fake moaned.
As much fun as that sounded, I didn’t take him seriously. “Eggs Benedict will have to do.” I gave him a playful swat on the ass with the spatula. “Have a seat at the table. Breakfast is almost ready. Don't forget you promised to drive me over to the college.” Kristin said she would meet me in front of the computer lab at 9:00.
“Yeah, about that. Would it be okay if Aiden drove you? I have something I need to handle.” My eyes dipped to the bulge in his shorts.
“Are you sure Aiden and I can’t handle it for you?” He did not catch the innuendo, but his lover did and smiled. “Seriously though, you guys don’t need to be driving me around all the time. I’ll just take the bus.”
“No,” Aiden snapped. More gently, he said, “The nearest bus stop is half a mile from the house. It would be better for your safety if one of us drove you for the next few weeks. Just until you get to know the area.”
I assumed he was being his normal, overly cautious self. “Fine, you can take me, but only because if I don’t get these notes, I am going to fail both finals for sure.” In truth, the idea of being chauffeured by a pair of sexy hunks helped take the sting out of having my car stolen.
“I don't think you ever told us what your major is.” Logan said, trying to pretend he wasn’t looking down the front of my shirt. I pretended not to notice.
“Psychology. I want to work with disadvantaged kids from broken homes. Help them see that the whole world isn’t a shit show.”
“Yeah, just their personal part of the world is.” Aiden said, “If I had that kind of help when I was a kid, I might not be as such a fucked-up adult. I think you will make an amazing counselor.”
“Not unless I pass these two finals. They are my worst subjects, which is why I put off taking them for as long as I could.”
One of them, I don't remember which, asked me what subjects I was having trouble with. Because I only had the funds to go part time, I was only taking two classes that semester. Both of which were kicking my ass—Intro to Physics and Early Twentieth Century English Literature. It was Logan who said they might be able to help me. He had been an engineering major before he quit college to join the fire department, and Aiden loved books.
“Bet he’s never read this one. To The Lighthouse. I never even heard of it before this class.”
“Virginia Woolf’s classic on the complexities which make up the human experience.”
“No way. You’ve actually heard of it?”
Aiden said it was one of his favorite books and he would be happy to help me understand it. Since fifty percent of the final would be based on an essay about that one book, I was suddenly feeling much better about my chances. “When we get back, I'll help you with it. I won't write the paper for you, but I'll break it down so you can understand it.”
“You guys are something else.” I pulled them into a warm hug. “How did I get so lucky to find the two of you?”
“Actually, we found each other,” Logan corrected. “But we better get a move on if everybody needs to get showers before we leave.”
I almost suggested the three of us shower together to save time, but did not want to overdo the sexy banter and give them the wrong idea. This did not, however, keep me from imagining their soapy flesh pressed against mine when it was my turn in the shower.
Once everyone was dressed, Logan gave me a hug and kissed Aiden goodbye. We agreed to meet back at the house after we had all taken care of our errands. It was warmer than I expected when we stepped outside, so I removed my jacket and tossed it into the back seat. When I slid into the passenger seat, Aiden’s eyes went to my nipples poking through the thin tank top. I hadn’t bothered with a bra because I assumed—well; you know.
Despite our accidental kiss the day before and the way he had looked at my legs during breakfast, I still thought Aiden was gay. An assumption I was quickly reconsidering. By the time we were backing out of the driveway, I was thinking about the opportunities living with a pair of bisexual men could provide. Possibilities that had me squirming in my seat.
Aiden parked across the street from the computer lab, where Kristen was already waiting. Besides myself, she was the only other student in both of the classes I needed the notes from. She is the type of person who, after knowing someone for ten minutes, declares them her new bestie. I don’t make friends so easily and find her rather annoying. But she took thorough notes, which made her the logical person to call when I needed help.
Her help came with a price, however. Kristen is the school’s biggest gossip and always on the lookout for the latest piece of juicy news. When I called to ask if I could borrow her notes, she would not agree until I told her why I needed them. I was sure by now half the school knew what had happened with my car and the fire at my apartment.
She was looking over my shoulder as I approached. When I was near enough to hear, she said, “He's quite the upgrade from your last boyfriend.” I looked back to where a smiling Aiden, muscular arms crossed, the morning light reflecting off his sunglasses, leaned against the car.
“He’s just a friend,” I told her.
