Wednesday starts our last story: Andie, Jorge, and Jaime.
“Would you please just come out with us tonight, Andie? Jorge is bringing those prosciutto canapés you love. And Jordan will be there.” Jamie says the last part with a whining, wheedling tone that’s about one octave shy of cartoon desperation.“You know I’m under a deadline. If I don’t get this website finished in the next two days, I’ve gotta work my ass off. And I hate parties,” I say, weaving another section of her braid crown.“How does someone hate parties? I will never understand that. The food, the music, the dancing,” she lists dramatically, as if the concept of not loving a party is personal.“The hangovers. The awkward small talk. The weird attempts at people hooking me up with their random single friends,” I counter, pinning a section and reaching for the hairspray.“Well, you know you could always just hang out with us. Jorge wouldn’t mind,” she says.God, does she really have no idea about the crush I have on her boyfriend? How is that even possible?Jamie’s my roommate. W
“This party sucks!” Jorge whines in my ear.He’s not wrong. What was supposed to be a wild, alcohol-fueled, hottie-packed rager has turned into a sad, techno-blaring, strobe-lit gathering of about a hundred people milling around a mostly abandoned warehouse.I roll my eyes. “I know, babe. It’s a good thing Andie didn’t come—she’d never let us live it down if she knew our idea of a great party was... this.” I glance around, unable to hide the sneer curling at my lip.I can’t believe we left her for this shit.Andrea “Andie” Cove is my best friend in the entire world.I’ve also been in love with her for as long as I’ve known her.It’s why I insisted on living with her—even when Jorge and I moved in together. I couldn’t give her up. Not even for love.Oh, Jorge. God, this man is perfect for me in every way. We’re both loud, outgoing, always down for an adventure. We have the same sense of humor, the same need for attention, the same exhibition kink.And the same obsession with Andie.Jorg
I wake up next to Jaime around mid-morning. She’s sprawled across her side of the bed, one leg flung over me, softly snoring in that cute way she does. I don’t want to move—she’s peaceful, warm, tangled up with me. But I’ve really gotta pee.Carefully, I ease myself out from under her limb, praying not to wake the beast. As much as I love this woman, you do not want to be the one who wakes her up before she’s ready. That way lies danger.Once I’m up, I catch a scent drifting in from the kitchen—bacon and French toast.Andie’s up.Fuck.Now I’ve got a different kind of ache altogether.I duck into the en suite bathroom to handle business, brush my teeth, and smooth my hair. I consider grabbing more clothes—since I’m just in boxers—but then I think, Why?I want her. I’ve wanted her almost as long as I’ve known Jaime.Don’t get me wrong—I love Jaime with every piece of me. But Andie? That woman’s in my bones. Every time she smiles, every time she laughs at some dumb coding joke or says so
My heart is pounding as I shut the bathroom door behind me—not just from the close call, but from that intense almost-kiss with Jorge.Holy hell… that was hot.Jorge has been an object of fascination for me for a long time. A novelty, really—for a small-town girl who had never even met a gay couple until I moved to San Francisco.Okay, that sounds bad, but it’s not what it sounds like. I’m not homophobic, not in any way. I just grew up in a town smack-dab in the middle of the country where “diversity” meant your neighbor drove a Ford instead of a Chevy. My family raised me to care about people, not labels. But that didn’t mean I had a lot of real exposure.It’s part of why I joined the LGBTQ+ club in college—to learn. To listen. To understand people and identities beyond the scope of my little town. It’s also where I met Jaime.And while I’m not the most outgoing person in the world, I am driven. I knew I needed to push myself beyond my comfort zone to really grasp the world around me.
Jorge left for work about twenty minutes ago—he’s on the dinner shift for the foreseeable future. He was recently promoted to sous chef at his restaurant, which is huge for him. But it means he heads in during the afternoon and usually doesn’t get home until two or three in the morning.Today’s my day off from Sasquatch. I usually work four ten-hour days, and honestly, I could probably make my own schedule at this point. I’ve been with the company forever and as assistant director of marketing, I’ve got enough pull that no one really questions me anymore.But I can’t relax. I’m restless. Andie and Jorge nearly kissed this morning, and I’m the reason it didn’t happen.Jorge and I talked about it while Andie was in the shower. We both knew it was a golden opportunity—organic, natural, and real—and I blew it. What gave Jorge hope, though, was how into it Andie seemed. What stung was how fast she pulled away the second she heard my voice.Ugh. Why is this so damn complicated?Because I’m a
I’ve been thinking about that almost-kiss with Andie all day.The only reason I didn’t obsess over the heat of her body against mine, the scent of her strawberry shampoo, the softness of her lips beneath mine... was because dinner service was insane.But the second I got a break—during prep, on the drive home, in the locker room—it all came rushing back.Andie.It’s 2:30 AM when I walk into the apartment. Everyone’s asleep.But that won’t last.Jaime and I have a consensual-nonconsent agreement when it comes to waking each other up. And if you’ve never experienced waking to lips around your cock—or sliding into your partner half-conscious and gasping—you’re seriously missing out.Which means: we sleep naked.I step into our bedroom and see Jaime half-tangled in the blankets, one smooth mocha-colored leg thrown over the sheet, her upper body covered. Fuck. She’s gorgeous.Clothes come off fast, and I toss them toward the hamper. I’ll deal with them later. Right now, I’ve got something b
I’m huddled on the couch in front of the TV, knees tucked into my chest, arms wrapped tightly around my legs.Two hours ago, I sat down with breakfast and turned on the news—just like I always do. Normally, it’s background noise. I don’t pay much attention beyond the weather and the morning pet segment.But today, I listened.And when I heard what they were saying, I froze.I’ve just been sitting here ever since.I’d heard about COVID. It felt far away—something happening in China, then just a few isolated cases here. I figured it would fade like that Ebola scare years ago. A flash in the pan. Scary headlines, but not real.But this is different.The government is shutting everything down.We’re being told to stay home—only leave for essentials. Wear masks. Keep six feet apart from anyone who isn’t in your household. They’re calling it a quarantine.And the scariest part? You can have it and not even know. You could give it to someone you love without realizing it until it’s too late.
I come to awareness slowly—probably thanks to the hands in my hair, massaging my scalp in lazy, rhythmic circles. It feels amazing.What actually wakes me up is realizing there are hands, plural, in my hair—and one is on my arm. Unless Jorge somehow grew an extra limb overnight (and while the man’s cock is impressive, it’s not that impressive), there’s someone else involved.I blink my eyes open.I’m on my side, facing the TV, which is currently playing some wild documentary featuring tigers, lions, and a guy with the most majestic mullet I’ve ever seen. Definitely Tiger King.I’m lying on someone soft—not Jorge. And my legs are tangled with two other sets of limbs.The body beneath me is all curves and warmth and softness.Andie.I tilt my head and confirm it—yep, I’m lying on Andie’s chest. And she’s being held by Jorge.Everything rushes back—the terrifying COVID announcement, the entire country grinding to a halt, and the three of us collapsing together on the couch for comfort.I
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I’m standing outside the girls’ apartment—our old apartment—with a picnic basket of baked goods and a cooler full of drinks, fruit, and toppings. I brought muffins, cinnamon rolls, danishes, cinnamon raisin bread, and fresh bagels.Okay, I went a little overboard. I can admit that. I’m just so fucking anxious, I don’t know what to do with myself.I was already awake when Andie’s text came through last night, replaying everything Angel had said to me earlier. I’d been scrolling through old photos of Andie and Jaime, staring at all the joy I used to have. I miss them so damn much. It took losing them to understand exactly how badly I’d fucked up.I didn’t even hesitate. I texted back immediately that I’d bring breakfast.And for the first time in a while, I fell asleep without any trouble.Granted, it was only for a few hours—I had to make deliveries at the bakery this morning—but I got there early, dropped everything off, and grabbed the best of the morning’s offerings for them.Now I’v
I’ve been tossing and turning in bed all night after listening to everything Angel and Maddie said tonight.“You three belong together.”“He loves you.”“He wants you back.”“What do you have to lose if you do call him?”I know what my heart wants. I also know what my heart is afraid is going to happen. How can I allow him to possibly hurt me—us—all over again?What’s the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result? Wouldn’t it be insane to let him back into our lives and hope it ends differently?Angel and Marta have both said he’s reduced his hours at the business. That they’ve hired new people. That he’s learned his lesson. Could it be true? Could he really have changed for us, even if he didn’t think we’d ever come back?I don’t know.We’ve been in bed since midnight, and it’s now 3 a.m. With a huge sigh, I get up and grab my robe, tying it tightly around me. I can’t lay here any longer. And if I keep shifting, I’m going to wake
Jaime and I go about making dinner in silence. We’re a well-oiled machine at this point, moving easily around each other in our kitchen. Angel and her partner Maddie are coming over tonight for dinner and to play cards.It’s something we started back in college with Angel—a weekly card game. Each week, someone picks the game we play, and once a year, each of us is supposed to introduce a new card game. We use candy and snack foods for any games that require betting. It’s more about hanging out and having fun than anything else.Maddie and Angel have been very careful about who they let into their circle, as have we, so we all feel comfortable being around each other, even with COVID still going on.Unfortunately, this is how much of our life has been since Jorge left: a silent orbit around each other. We hold each other through the tears and the pain, but we don’t really talk.I mean, what’s there to say?We’re enough for each other—but not for the man we love.It hurts. And we’re grie
“Angel, do you have tomorrow’s shipment of bread all packaged? Carmello’s needs the delivery an hour early. I’d like to be able to have everything on rolling carts so I can just load up the trucks the second I get here,” I call to Angel.When she first started working with me, I had brought Angel on just as a delivery driver. But over the last two months, I have consciously tried to pull myself back from the business, and I’ve made Angel a partner. We have three drivers, a part-time baker, and two part-time packagers. I’ve cut my hours back so that I’m working nine-hour days, as opposed to the sixteen-hour days I was working before.The only reason that I’m driving tomorrow is because our early morning guy took the day off. Otherwise, I’ve even built in Wednesdays and Sundays as days off.“Yes, everything’s all ready. Just waiting for the last batch to finish cooling before we get it packaged. I’ll get that done in the next hour,” Angel tells me.I let out a huge sigh. “Ok. I’m heading
It’s been a week since our last interaction with Jorge. We’ve been communicating via text and notes left at the apartment. The morning after our breakup, Jorge was gone before Andie and I even woke up. He’d packed a bag and left a note saying he’d be in and out while we were at work over the coming week.He’s moving into an apartment over his parents’ restaurant. It used to be his dad’s office, and over the years, various family members have crashed there when they were in the doghouse with their wives or girlfriends.Not a bad place—but not exactly the kind of space you’d expect someone with a thriving business to live in. Still, with COVID still bad, Jorge decided to stay somewhere only family had been. Said it was safer.Trying to decide what belongs to who over text is awful.I’d honestly thought Jorge was the one. The guy I’d spend the rest of my life with. When we added Andie into our lives, it felt perfect. For a while.So we bought everything together—TV, couch, microwave. Even
In that way that grief between people who love each other will sometimes turn sexual, when Jorge turns to Jaime and kisses her, she kisses him back.I lean in and kiss the side of his face. He turns toward me and—God—it feels good to kiss him. I’ve missed him so damn much. It’s been too damn long.Jaime brings his mouth back to hers, their kiss hungry and desperate. My hands go to the bottom of the hoodie he’s wearing and I rip it off of him.Jaime finds his mouth again, and I lean down, licking his nipples. He groans into Jaime’s mouth, his body tensing in arousal. He loves having his nipples played with. At the same time, I rake my nails down his abs.Jorge pulls back from Jaime’s mouth to look down at me. “Please. I need you both.” His voice is so full of need.I look at Jaime, asking if she’s okay with this. Because this is going to be an end, not a reconciliation. But I want this. I need him.Jaime nods, both of us catching the motion.Jorge surges from the chair, knocking it to t
Andie looks between Jaime and me, and I can tell she immediately understands what’s going on. She’s always had that ability—to take in a situation at a glance and know exactly what’s happening. I guess that’s what makes her such a good programmer.And an expert at calling me on my bullshit.Ever since the day I triggered Jaime’s meltdown, Andie’s been more distant with me. I think she realized that, even though the promises I made to her and Jaime were heartfelt, they weren’t ones I could keep.The time I managed to get after that? It felt more like it was for Jaime’s benefit than for Andie’s. As introverted and quiet as she appears, Andie doesn’t take shit from anyone.She gave me more rope than I deserved. And I guess I finally used it to hang myself.“How far are we into this conversation?” Andie asks calmly.I blink at her, caught off guard by how level her voice is.Jaime answers instead. “I told him he’s not treating us like priorities. That the last chance we gave him was the la
I’m sitting on the couch flipping through TV channels when Jorge walks in. It’s been two days since our failed date night, and this is the first time I’ve seen him for more than a passing second. He’s dressed in sweats and a tank top, hair wet from a shower—he must’ve just come back from a run.Andie and I have been sleeping in her old room ever since that night. With the hours he’s been keeping, I don’t really know what he’s up to anymore.Honestly? I don’t know if I can even muster the energy to care. Every time I try, it just ends up hurting.“Hey…” Jorge says tentatively, sitting on the arm of the couch.I glance over. “Hey,” I reply, then turn my attention back to the TV.“Um… where’s Andie?” he asks, like he’s not sure what to say.“Doctor’s appointment and then grocery shopping.” My responses aren’t angry—just short. I give the remote a voice command to switch to N*****x and start scrolling through options, skipping past the show I actually want to watch.Shadow and Bone. Can’