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āFirst of all, either of them would be lucky to have you. There is no one better than you.ā Courtney was adamant, so I didnāt bother to argue with her. āSecondly, youāre all adults. People sleep together all the time. Sure, it might be awkward at first, but youāll all move on and probably even forget about it eventually.ā
I couldnāt imagine ever forgetting about sleeping with Seth or Sam. āItās just not in the cards,ā I said to Court. āI think weāll all be better off if I just let them both go.ā
āI thought you really cared about them?ā
āI do,ā I answered simply. Then I added, āNo one said it would be easy.ā I gave her a sad smile before carrying my bag up to my room. Once in my room, I shut my door and texted Sam and Seth. I sent them both the same message. āI canāt see you anymore.ā
My phone buzzed with responses almost immediately. Sethās text read, āSo, youāve made your decision? Can we talk?ā
Samās message said simply, āI donāt accept that. Iām on my way over.ā
I sighed and slid down to the floor. I had been a coward to try to end things with them by text message. They deserved better, and it appeared that they were both going to demand more. I just hoped that I had the willpower to resist them in person. I silently vowed to stick to my guns.
I was surprised to see Sethās Jeep pull in as I sat on the front porch swing. I had been preparing to see Sam first. Seth carried a large bouquet of happy-looking daisies and colorful wildflowers, which he handed to me when he reached the porch.
āThank you. Iāll go put them in water.ā I used the excuse to have a minute to go in the kitchen and gather my thoughts. I found a classic Ball jar to put the arrangement in and set them in the center of our table. Then, I took a few deep, calming breaths before walking out to join Seth on the porch swing.
We sat side-by-side quietly for a few moments. Seth broke the silence by saying, āYouāve chosen Sam.ā He didnāt pose it as a question. It was more of a resigned statement.
āNo,ā I answered him. āIām not going to be with either of you. Itās too awkward. Iāve messed things up too much.ā
āI thought we had something special. I thought we were falling in love.ā His words nearly broke my heart because I thought the same thing.
As I had known would happen, Samās Porsche pulled into the drive. Seth didnāt seem shocked either. When Sam eased his long, lean body out of the low sports car, I saw that he had brought roses, dozens of them. The brothers nodded solemnly at each other in greeting as Sam held the red flowers out to me.
I muttered something about putting them in water and ran for the kitchen. I busied myself finding the good crystal vase and putting the huge bouquet of long-stemmed red roses in it. When I placed the vase on the table next to the jar of wild flowers, tears welled in my eyes.
The flower arrangements were great representations of the brothers. One was wild, fun, and free. The other was elegant, beautiful and dangerous. How could I choose between the two? I couldnāt. The answer was as simple as that. I strengthened my resolve to go out and tell them that they both needed to move on. It really was the best thing for all of us.
Sam was the first to speak when I returned to the porch. āSo, you want to be with him, then?ā He spat out the question. He was standing near the porch stairs, and I had stopped awkwardly between him and the swing where Seth sat.
āNo, Iām not going to be with either of you. Iāve made too much of a wreck of things, and you both deserve to be with someone who loves you and only you.ā They were both just looking at me, so I continued. āIt would just be too uncomfortable if I was with one of you. It doesnāt make sense.ā
āThis is bullshit.ā Sam was angry. āWe both care about you, Abby, and we are all adults here. Choose one of us, then the other one will go off and lick his wounds for a while. In time, we will all be fine. No awkwardness needed.ā
He was simplifying it too much, and I wasnāt explaining it right. I couldnāt seem to formulate words that would make them understand. I knew what I meant and that was all that mattered. As I looked at these two identical-on-the-outside, near-perfect men, and tried to explain why I couldnāt be with either of them, I was exhausted.
āJust go. Both of you please go.ā I could tell that they were each considering putting up a fight, but I shook my head sadly, and they both respected my request and left.
I went in the kitchen, looked at both sets of so gorgeous, but so different flowers, and sat down at the table and sobbed.
The shadows of dusk were starting to creep across the kitchen, so I went up to shower. Then I flopped on my bed and cried myself to sleep. I tossed and turned all night and awoke certain that I could have been happy with either one of the dark-haired, green-eyed, sexy-as-hell Davis twins, if the other didnāt exist.
They both did exist, though, and they were both amazing. I cared about each of them too much to choose the other one. I had royally screwed up any chance with either of them, so I needed to pick up the pieces of my life and move on without them. We would all be better off without the sick love triangle that I had inadvertently created.
I showered again in the morning and walked to work on autopilot. A blaring horn snapped me out of my daze when I started to cross the street in front of a car to get to Eck, Meck & Dreck. Annie was standing just inside the door of the shop and ran out to get me.
āBe careful, Sweetheart!ā She waved to the car in apology as she put her arm around me and swooped me into the safety of the shop. āNo boy is worth losing your life over.ā
āIām sorry.ā I wasnāt sure why I was apologizing. She seemed concerned about me, though, and I didnāt want her to worry.
āNo need to apologize. I just love you, and I donāt like seeing you so upset, especially over a boy.ā Then she added, āOr two boys. Tish tosh.ā She waved it off, as if it were an everyday occurrence for a person to fall for two men.
As if reading my mind, she went on, āYou know, I was once in love with two boys.ā Her revelation surprised me. I had thought I had heard all of Annieās stories.
She seemed lost in thought as she continued. āOne was my high school sweetheart. Adam was kind, and sweet, and wholesome, and good-looking. He was a star athlete at our little high school.ā She smiled as she described him, obviously remembering him fondly. āEveryone thought we would end up together.ā
I nodded, wondering about the other boy. She sighed deeply before continuing. āThe other boy, J.D., was a rebel. He was dark and dangerous, and handsome-as-sin. I couldnāt seem to resist the magnetic pull I felt towards him, even though I could sense that he didnāt care enough about me. At one of Adamās football games, J.D. lifted my skirt, removed my panties and stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans. Then he took my virginity standing behind the locker room.ā
She paused before continuing, lost in thought. āIt was glorious, and I couldnāt get enough of J.D. after that. We spent the next few weeks screwing any place where we could find a modicum of privacy. It broke Adamās heart, but I was so enamored with J.D. that I couldnāt help myself. I was desperate for J.D. to love me, and I kept telling myself that he did.ā
āI let myself believe that he felt about me the way I felt for him, until one day after school, when I ran out to jump in his car for a ride home. I had an hour before my Mom would be home from the salon, and I planned to enjoy every minute of it naked in my bed with J.D.ā
āTo my horror, I found him in the driverās seat of his cherry-red muscle car leaning his head back on the head rest with the blonde, curly ponytail of the head cheerleader bobbing in his lap. He had the audacity to smile at me as she blew him. I slammed the car door shut, and she didnāt even stop sucking his cock long enough to turn and see who had seen them. She was under his spell as much as I had been.ā
I shook my head, uncertain about what to
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