I said YES.
MMF—the acronym is the first time I've heard of in my 24 years of existence. Growing up in a Catholic household has reinforced the concept of exclusive partnership by means of marriage, and the existence of a third party extremely frowned upon. Which is why i'm extremely at sea as to how easy it was to agree when my two best friends propositioned that we three become exclusive.
I looked at my 2 hunky best friends, or should I start calling them boyfriends, and weigh what it actually meant being shared between them two.
"Ellie, it's just like being in a relationship with a person, only that there's two of guys instead of one. There's nothing which would greatly differ, and we'll be with you throughout." Truth said with his clear blue eyes. Dirty blonde hair stylishly neat, he looked like at an angel if you didn't know better.
"And besides, we'd be able to fulfill your needs two-fold. The merits, i assure you will blow your mind and keep you extremely satisfied." Dare said with a smirk and wink on tousled black hair and bottle-green eyes.
Truth and Dare. Tyler's and Alasdair's extremely apt nickname. Truth for the lesser evil, and Dare for the greater evil. I say that analogy because both of them are temptation incarnate, extremely lethal against the opposite sex. Similar to their namesake's game, girls make stupid decisions around them, get flaked, but still the allure never wanes. I credit myself for coming up with it, a stroke of genius brought by several glasses of tequila.
For the longest time, elementary til now in university, I've always believed i'm immune to their wiles, but i guess not since i just stupidly agreed to their wholly surprising proposition. Was it always there, i wonder? The attraction to them. Or was I just caught up in the moment. Looking back when they initially proposed I've been so shellshocked that my first thought was I just didn't wanna lose them. Was it because i value our friendship a lot or really because deep down i like them.
"Don't overthink, baby please." I shivered when Truth whispered against my right ear. I've always been ticklish when my ears are touched and when...
"Or just stop thinking, and only feel." Yup, my mental faculties siezed when Dare's palm went under my sweater and lightly settled on the underside of my left breast. Another ticklish spot.
A drop of something cold roused my brain dead self and granted me enough of a wake-up call to realize that we're outside. In the uni's garden, for everyone to see. With how hot my face feels, i can only hazard that i look like a cooked lobster. And when you're embarrassed, best course of action is to pretend you're angry. Looking at the overcast sky, it provides me the necessary argument.
"Enough of this, let's come back inside before the drizzle turns to rain. We can talk about this development until after school. I feel the need to think it through more."
Lost in my thoughts, i totally missed the narrowed looks that passed between them. And the sebsequent smirks which can only mean these 2 are up to something.
