Ethan's POV
"When I returned from Chicago," Hannah said, "Stella cornered me at my apartment. We had this intense conversation over coffee, during which she laid out all the evidence."
"Evidence?" I raised an eyebrow.
"The way you looked at both of us, the mysterious disappearances, the late-night texts," Stella counted off on her fingers. "You weren't exactly subtle."
"So there we were," Hannah continued, "plotting your demise over lattes when I had this crazy idea - what if we tried dating you instead?"
"More fun than murder," I nodded sagely.
"We figured we'd give it a shot," Stella shrugged. "If it didn't work out, one of us would dump you anyway. No harm, no foul."
"And if it did work out..." Hannah's hand slid up my chest.
"Win-win for everyone," Stella finished, mirroring Ha
