With record breaking speed, they pack our bags, check out of the hotel, and drive to my place to pack more bags. As though they're worried that I'll change my mind before giving this a real chance, they don't give me a second to overthink it. They always seem to be one step ahead of me, moving in sync in a flurry of motion. I don't touch a single article of clothing. Everything I simply think of touching finds itself in one of their hands before I can even blink. Eventually I give up trying to help and watch the show. It's a good show – it always is, when them two are involved.

       I watch them work mindlessly and before I know it, they're tossing two weeks' worth of my clothes into their trunk. Part of this still feels surreal, but their eagerness is so endearing that I'm struggling to contain the cheesy grin on my face. I'm thankful that they can't study my face too closely as I'm sitting in the back seat. Lost in his own equal excitement, Casper is apparently too distracted to notice my giddiness and tease me for it. Casper is always a peppy person, but the grin on his face seems extra wide today, and my heart can't help but skip at the realization that I'm partly responsible for it.

        By the time I step out of the car door that Lawson holds open for me, Casper is already dragging my bags through the front door. He jumped out of the car the minute Lawson placed in park. I laugh at his retreating figure and wonder if he forgot that I'm meant to come with the bags.

        "He's been containing a lot of excitement since we first brought up making this offer," Lawson laughs too as we watch Casper disappear through the front door.

      I smile softly, butterflies erupting in my stomach. For two men that haven't dated a woman in years, they sure know what to say to please one.

      "I'm also pretty excited," he adds casually. "I just hide it better." With that said, he grabs the last of the bags from the trunk and follows Casper.

      I inhale through my nose and release a shaky breath, hoping some of the intensifying butterflies might make an escape in the air that escapes me. It seemed neither one cared to play coy.

       When I muster the courage to follow them inside, I find them in the bedroom. My bags are on the bed, next to the bedside table with an open drawer. I don't know when they had time to do it, but the open drawer is empty, waiting for my use. They must have anticipated this outcome before our weekend getaway. Was my falling for their charm really that predictable? Who am I kidding? Of course, it was.

       Despite their quickness today, they couldn't cut the hours spent driving. It's already getting late, and I can't help but yawn. It's been a long, although exciting day. Even though I haven't done much physically, my mind has been in overdrive, willing itself not to overthink and sabotage my predicament.

       "We'll give you a few minutes to settle in," Lawson tells me.

       "Help yourself to whatever," Casper adds, arms opening wide to present their bedroom. "Take as much room as you need–make yourself at home."

       "Thank you." I smile softly.

       Lawson grabs a pair of boxers from the opposite bedside drawer and heads towards the door. "I'm just going to take a quick shower, but Casper will be in the laundry room if you need anything."

       I turn my gaze away from Lawson to look at Casper with raised brows. "You're going to miss the chance of joining him in the shower?" I embellish surprise.

       "Unfortunately, I have a shit ton of laundry to get started on," Casper sighs and then grins. "I'll catch you both in the morning when we're properly energized."

       "Do you need a hand with the laundry?" I offer, trying not to overthink how chaotic a three-person shower would be. I have no doubt that Casper will make it happen. I suppose I'll be sufficiently distracted to not care about the lack of water spraying my skin.

        Helping with laundry is the least I can do since I'm staying in their home for two weeks. It won't take me long to get settled in. I can spare a few minutes to give him a hand. A hand with the laundry—in case that needs clarification.

       Casper shakes his head. "You take it easy tonight. I've learned to enjoy folding clothes, especially since Lawson isn't allowed in the laundry room anymore." By his twitching lips, I can tell that he was eager to bring this upcoming story into conversation.

       Lawson grunts and I smirk in anticipation. I have a feeling that it's going to be comparable to the story of Casper nearly setting the kitchen on fire.

        "How does one mess up laundry so horribly?" I question.

       Lawson sighs again but says nothing.

       "Number one offence," Casper starts dramatically. "He never remembers to empty the lint tray."

      "Oof," I respond. "Already off to a bad start."

       "He doesn't bother to separate colors, which would have been fine, if he hadn't placed a new red shirt with my favourite white button up," Casper accuses. I'm already giggling at his tone. "No matter how much time he spends folding clothes, they always come out wrinkly. And one time he forgot to start the dryer, so our wet, stagnant clothes remained forgotten for an entire weekend. It took me three washes to get rid of the smell of wet dog!"

       My eyes swing between the two with amusement.

      "In my defence, you were being a brat and distracting me for almost all of those occurrences," Lawson defends, as he makes way for the door.

       "When am I not being a brat?" Casper returns.

       "Are you suggesting that I haven't been firm enough with you?"

       "I didn't say anything of that sort." Casper smiles crookedly. "But if you feel that statement holds some truth, maybe you've got some reflecting to do."

       Lawson pauses in the doorway to shoot his boyfriend a warning look. "Now's not the time, but you better believe that I'll remember this conversation." With that said he walks into the hallway.

        Casper doesn't hesitate to follow him. "Don't tempt me with a good time, Mr. Novak," I hear him say. "Is this part of some big edging plan—"

       I smile and shake my head fondly at their squabbling. I can hear them bickering some more before they're too far away to hear.

       As soon as they're out of sight and hearing, I take out my phone. I know that I have clothes to put away, but my phone has been buzzing repeatedly. I already know that the stream of messages is from Ivy, and as much as I know she'll tease me for this, I could use a minute of girl talk.

         Ivy: I'm dying for an update girl! How was your weekend???

        I laugh under my breath and take a picture of their bedroom, ensuring that my bags are visible on the screen. I only hesitate a second before sending it. There would be no way of hiding this from Ivy, and I need someone to listen to my gushing before I explode.

         I add a caption below the picture: My new home for the next two weeks...

        Just as soon as I see the delivered icon, my phone starts ringing. In a panic, I jump into the closet and shut the door. I do not want them hearing Ivy's excited screeching or any part of the conversation we're about to have. If they hear a word of my gushing, especially Casper, I will never hear the end of their teasing.

         "Hello?" I answer.

       "Why are you whispering?" Ivy asks in returned greeting.

       I grunt in embarrassment. "I'm hiding in their closet..."

       Ivy bursts into laughter. Never ending laughter. Every time she starts to quiet, more giggles escape her. My nose crinkles in displeasure.

      "It's not funny," I complain. "I'm kind of freaking out."

       "Why?" she asks. "Seems like things are going great between the three of you."

       "It's been amazing," I admit, lips tugging upwards. "They're great, in every possible way, but isn't this a little crazy? We've hung out a few times and now I'm staying at their place for two weeks?"

       "You can leave anytime," Ivy reminds. "This is the perfect trial. There's no actual commitment, Dez. Consider it a vacation and then you can decide if you want the permanent vacation, someday."

       That did sound reasonable. But Ivy would encourage even the most ridiculous situations. "Do it for the plot," she would say. She's not exactly the best influence, but she's speaking the words I need to hear in this moment.

        I'm so enthralled in our conversation that I don't hear the footsteps announcing someone's arrival. The closet door swings open. Sitting with my knees drawn into my chest and phone pressed to my ear, I grimace in way to greet Lawson. He stands above me in nothing but a towel. Fresh out of the shower, his brown locks hang around his face. My gaze follows the drops sliding down his chest. Damn... I could get used to that sight.

       It doesn't help that from this angle I can see beneath his towel. He cocks a brow when he sees me peeking.

       "Can I ask what you're doing?" He speaks slowly as if almost afraid to voice his question.

       I wave my phone around in response.

        He nods slowly. "Alright... I'll leave you to it, then." He grabs a pair of pyjama pants from the shelf on my right and shuts the door.

        "Didn't you grab a pair of boxers earlier?" I ask. Did he purposely catch me in this embarrassing act? There are definitely no boxers under that towel.

       His jaw tightens. "It seems they magically disappeared."

       I try to hide my smile, so that I'm not associated with Casper's bad behavior. He's really asking for it.

        "Say hi to Ivy," Lawson says, before turning around and shutting the door on his way out.

        The towel swayed as he left, leaving me with another great view to relish in his wake. "God that ass," I mumble under my breath.

        I hear Lawson pause outside the door and seconds later the door creaks open again.

       "What was that?" he probes.

       Did he have supernatural hearing? "I was referring to Ivy's boyfriend... He's an ass."

       Lawson's lips twitch like he's swallowing his laughter. He knows damn well I was admiring his behind, and I'm sure I'll be teased for it later. But you know what? An ass like that deserved to be aware of its power. With another lingering look, pupils dancing with amusement, Lawson shuts the door.

       "Fuck me," I speak into the phone.

      "What did I just miss?" Ivy asks.

       I groan. Rather than answering her question, I ask my own. "Why am I always embarrassing myself in front of them?"

       "I mean you do that have a humiliation kink."

       I grunt. I knew this would come up...

       "I bet they're already diving into all those interests you try to hide," she teases animatedly. "I know damn well Casper is the type to call you out on that shit—ooh, and Lawson has to be the talk you through it type—"

       "We're done," I interrupt her. "I appreciate the small pep talk. Good night."

      "Oh, come one!" Ivy protests.

      There are some things I won't share, even with Ivy. I ignore her protests and end the call. Carefully, I crawl out of the closet. I nearly jump back inside when I find both boys in bed. How long have they been waiting for me? I don't miss the empty space they've left between them.

        "We're knackered," Casper says. "Come join us when you're ready."

        Neither one of them comments on my awkward exit from their closet. I make quick work of tossing my clothes in my drawer and grab some pyjamas.

       While they told me not to rush, I feel a little awkward getting ready for bed in their bathroom. I take a quick shower, despite their reassurance. I'm not used to people waiting on me. While we all shared a bed in the hotel, tonight feels different. I've lived alone most of my adult life, and now I'm sharing a bed and bathroom with two men. This is going to take major getting used to.

       When I'm finally ready, I saunter back into the bedroom. I hesitate beside the bed, unsure how to go about this. Should I just jump in and claim a spot?

       "Is there a side you prefer?" Lawson asks.

       "Not really," I admit. "Although, I get up during the night to pee, so I might have to crawl over one of you."

        "You can take one of the sides," Lawson offers.

        "I call being the middle spoon!" Casper rolls into Lawson chest and swings the blanket open to let me in.

        I laugh at his enthusiasm and slide in beside him. Casper holds me as tightly as he holds Lawson, and it doesn't take long for my eyes to get heavy. I wasn't expecting this to feel so domestic. After our weekend, I worried that our connection was more sex driven. I'm still undecided if a more than sexual connection is a relief or scarier thought. But in the safety and heat of their arms, I'm not overly concerned about the future tonight.