I know I’m in trouble the moment I get home from work and see my boyfriends at my place, waiting for me. The three of them together.
To my surprise, they’re not fighting, and I wonder if that’s a good sign. It doesn’t look like they’re talking either.
I look from one to another, trying to guess how this will play out.
Glen. Sweet, sensitive. Always worried about what I need.
Allan. Dark, mysterious. We get along perfectly.
Evan. Selfish, manipulative. Everything goes his way.
Each one of them is perfect for a side of me. The three together complete me.
I walk past them, to the door, waiting for them to follow me inside, even though I didn’t say a word. What can I possibly say? Sorry for fucking the three of you? I’m not sorry. Each one of them is a different lover, and I enjoy myself with them all.
“So, will you explain yourself at least?” Allan asks.
I look back and see Evan closing the door. Glen is right behind me.
What can I say so they won’t leave me?