Page 91 of By All Accounts
“Not like other places.”
“That’s fair,” I agreed, rolling over and leaving a kiss against the base of his spine.
Finn’s alarm went off a second time, and all three of us sighed in unison.
“Do you want to shower here?” he asked.
“All my hair stuff is at home,” Sophie said, crawling over me to get to him. She straddled him, took his face into her hands, and kissed him hard. “I love you,” she whispered against his mouth. “I’m so glad to say it.”
He touched her with the same level of care he always offered her, smiling as she pulled away and climbed off his lap in search of her discarded pajamas. I did the same thing, flinging one leg over Finn’s lap and grabbing his face in my hands. Before I kissed him, I looked at him, waiting to see the relief in his eyes before kissing him just as Sophie had. Finn mewled into my mouth, hips lifting off the bed.
“I want you to fuck me again,” he rasped.
I nodded, kissing his chin.
“I love you too,” I told him.
Sophie stopped to use the bathroom before we left, and Finn promised he wouldn’t ignore us again. Not even for a day. Leaving him at his house was hard, but it wasn’t really any different from leaving him to go to work for the day, which is what we were all trying to do. Though, it was a little different because Sophie and I were going together back to a house we’d made our own, and Finn was alone at his house. I understood how eight years of history might feel insurmountable to Finn, but I would just have to try harder to make him understand the way I felt for him was the same way I felt for Sophie.
“How long have you known?” I asked her when we closed the front door of our house behind us.
Sophie unlaced her sneakers and leaned against the front door. “Not long, probably not much longer than you’ve noticed.”
“You should have told me.’
She scoffed. “You should have told me.”
“I didn’t want to wake you up.” I took her hand and walked down to our bedroom, stripping her out of her pajamas in the doorway to the bathroom.
“I meant that you loved him.”
I huffed a breath. “I thought it was obvious.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, raising her engagement ring to my lips. I kissed it, kissed each of her fingers, her palm.
“It was.”
“I think we can agree we’re in uncharted territory here,” she said.
I turned the shower on for her, checking the water before getting out of the way so she could take down her hair and step under the spray.
“We have to be upfront with each other,” she said, speaking up over the shower. “All three of us.”
“I know.”
“We need to talk about the wedding.”
“I know.” My shoulders sagged.
“I’m still marrying you,” she said sharply, rapping her fingernails against the shower wall to get my attention. “But I don’t want to hurt Finn. I want…”
“To include him, somehow.”
Sophie nodded and squirted some shampoo into her palm, working it into a rich lather. “Exactly.”
“We’ll figure it out,” I promised her. “Save me some hot water.”
I left Sophie to her shower, sitting on the edge of the bed and scrolling through Sophie’s wedding board on my phone. I sent her my top suggestions for venue and honeymoon, reiteratedthat I agreed with Finn about green being a good color for the wedding. Not like we’d have lots of decorations. Sophie was pretty fixated on the courthouse, and I didn’t hate the idea. I didn’t think she wanted me in a tux, so maybe a green suit or something.
