three of them.
Her first instinct was to ask Russell. He knew every answer, even to the strangest, most bizarre random questions. "No." This decision she had to make on her own. She got on her knees.
"You need to choose." Russell's tone told her there would be no more information until she picked her path.
She glanced toward the boxes that lead to the kitchen. A secure, planned life waited at the end. Then she turned toward the path leading to the bedroom. Down that road were the two men she loved since she met them. How could they offer her this and she not take it? Twenty years from now when she was someone's wife with her two kids and a dog would she still be kicking herself for not exploring the three of them. A little secret for only her.
She swallowed, biting her lip as she peeked at both options. No doubt, in twenty years they would have all gone separate ways with their separate families. Would she hate herself for going after what she wanted, and delaying her future? Would the memory haunt her forever, a ghost following her everywhere, leaving a hole in her heart? Was it better to leave this forgotten and finished, or did she take one decadent detour?
She chose her path and began to crawl. It was then she realized that one of Jason's works of art surrounded her. One designed especially for her and her choice, but it had Russell written all over it as well. Not only had he allowed the house to be turned into a full-fledged disaster area, but it had to be his engineering that allowed the tunnels to stay put.
There weren't many tunnels in Los Angeles, at least not ones she went in. Tunnels were confining, narrow with speeding cars. She always felt as if she were going to hit the sides, and as she inched through this makeshift passage she swore this tunnel was longer than the one from the 105 freeway to LAX.
At least at the end of this tunnel she didn't have to get on a plane…or load her items into a moving van.
"Lauren." Russell caught her shoulders.
"Laurie." Jason grabbed her arm and helped her up.
Her legs struggled to hold her, her knees weak, sore from pulling herself over the tile in their entry way and the carpet through their living room.
Unlike the night before, Russell kissed her first, and unlike the night before it was a soft kiss. Not the blur that got the three of them into bed, but a welcoming kiss, the kiss one would give their partner when they returned home after being lost.
Russell pulled back and Jason took her chin and repeated his best friend's action. While she expected his kiss to be more playful than Russell's, he surprised her by brushing his lips against hers causing the welcome Russell gave her to wrap around her and hold her tight.
Jason moved his lips to her cheek and then her ear. "I think I can speak for both of us when I tell you that we are happy you didn't choose the moving van."
She braced herself on both of them, something she had been doing for years. "So, what are we doing?" She glanced between them, but settled on Russell.
For the first time in seven years Russell didn't answer.
"We are doing what we should have done since about junior year in college." Jason nodded.
She touched the top of her head needing to make sure she still had her mind, grimacing when she remembered she still hadn't washed her hair. She didn't know what to do, how to act. How could both of them want her? "What now?" She tried again.
Both Russell and Jason stared at her. How could they have an answer when she didn't have one herself?
***
"Look we found everything we needed." Jason held up a pair of Lauren's panties and a sock. "Well, we don't need this." He tossed the sock over his shoulder and tilted his head at the red and white striped panties with lace trim. "Maybe we don't need this either."
"Maybe we should have not really packed, or maybe we should have labeled the boxes like I suggested." Russell
Her first instinct was to ask Russell. He knew every answer, even to the strangest, most bizarre random questions. "No." This decision she had to make on her own. She got on her knees.
"You need to choose." Russell's tone told her there would be no more information until she picked her path.
She glanced toward the boxes that lead to the kitchen. A secure, planned life waited at the end. Then she turned toward the path leading to the bedroom. Down that road were the two men she loved since she met them. How could they offer her this and she not take it? Twenty years from now when she was someone's wife with her two kids and a dog would she still be kicking herself for not exploring the three of them. A little secret for only her.
She swallowed, biting her lip as she peeked at both options. No doubt, in twenty years they would have all gone separate ways with their separate families. Would she hate herself for going after what she wanted, and delaying her future? Would the memory haunt her forever, a ghost following her everywhere, leaving a hole in her heart? Was it better to leave this forgotten and finished, or did she take one decadent detour?
She chose her path and began to crawl. It was then she realized that one of Jason's works of art surrounded her. One designed especially for her and her choice, but it had Russell written all over it as well. Not only had he allowed the house to be turned into a full-fledged disaster area, but it had to be his engineering that allowed the tunnels to stay put.
There weren't many tunnels in Los Angeles, at least not ones she went in. Tunnels were confining, narrow with speeding cars. She always felt as if she were going to hit the sides, and as she inched through this makeshift passage she swore this tunnel was longer than the one from the 105 freeway to LAX.
At least at the end of this tunnel she didn't have to get on a plane…or load her items into a moving van.
"Lauren." Russell caught her shoulders.
"Laurie." Jason grabbed her arm and helped her up.
Her legs struggled to hold her, her knees weak, sore from pulling herself over the tile in their entry way and the carpet through their living room.
Unlike the night before, Russell kissed her first, and unlike the night before it was a soft kiss. Not the blur that got the three of them into bed, but a welcoming kiss, the kiss one would give their partner when they returned home after being lost.
Russell pulled back and Jason took her chin and repeated his best friend's action. While she expected his kiss to be more playful than Russell's, he surprised her by brushing his lips against hers causing the welcome Russell gave her to wrap around her and hold her tight.
Jason moved his lips to her cheek and then her ear. "I think I can speak for both of us when I tell you that we are happy you didn't choose the moving van."
She braced herself on both of them, something she had been doing for years. "So, what are we doing?" She glanced between them, but settled on Russell.
For the first time in seven years Russell didn't answer.
"We are doing what we should have done since about junior year in college." Jason nodded.
She touched the top of her head needing to make sure she still had her mind, grimacing when she remembered she still hadn't washed her hair. She didn't know what to do, how to act. How could both of them want her? "What now?" She tried again.
Both Russell and Jason stared at her. How could they have an answer when she didn't have one herself?
***
"Look we found everything we needed." Jason held up a pair of Lauren's panties and a sock. "Well, we don't need this." He tossed the sock over his shoulder and tilted his head at the red and white striped panties with lace trim. "Maybe we don't need this either."
"Maybe we should have not really packed, or maybe we should have labeled the boxes like I suggested." Russell
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