HOLLY
A waitress finally arrived, asking if we needed anything. Somehow it broke the tension for me. One by one the guys took turns ordering; a surreal little circle of my suitors and lovers, all talking casually. Ordering coffees and lattes as if none of what was happening here was a very big deal.
I’d expected outrage. Anger. Jealousy. Instead, there were none of those things. I felt like the whole world had gone opposite day.
“Well I’m here to stay,” said Bradley, breaking the silence with a smile. “It’s up to you of course, but I still want to date you.”
The other guys looked at each other for a moment, then turned back to me.
“I want to date you too,” said Dylan simply. “I’m not going anywhere.”
My stomach twisted, like I was riding the first drop from the highest roller coaster
