Walking between my two men for the night, I placed an arm in the crook of each of theirs and reveled in being part of a trio. We laughed a little at each other, teasing and poking fun, ignoring the curious expressions of the people we passed.
Trevor waited for us in front of the building that housed the salon. “Good evening again, Ms. Cross,” he said in greeting as he opened the back door of the limo.
“Hello, Trevor,” I replied and climbed into the car. Justin and Charlie followed and arranged themselves on either side of me. It was exciting to be the middle of a man sandwich.
I was nervous, unlike anything I’d felt since I was a pre-teen with my first boy-band crush. Charlie took one of my hands in his and Justin, the other. We rode the rest of the way to their home, just like that. I
