Page 60 of The Holy Grail

Parking lot therapy

Because Malcom and Evan were gentlemen, they walked Jules to her car after leaving the restaurant. She kissed Malcom goodnight first, and when she pulled back, said, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“The kiss?” he asked, confused.

“I meant dinner. In public with both of us,” she clarified.

“No, it wasn’t bad.” He paused briefly. “I did notice you got some, uh, attention when you arrived and kissed both Evan and me, but that was about it.”

She nodded. “I noticed it, too, but fuck those people.”

“I will say I could have done without Anthony overhearing some choice bits of our conversation, but … it’s not like we have to come back here again, so—”

“The hell we don’t. I love coming to this place, so we’ll definitely be back.”

“Oh. Okay.”

That piece of news seemed to not thrill him at all, but she didn’t care. “We’re probably going to experience some judgmental attitude everywhere we go, so it’s not like we can quit going to places where we do. I mean, we’d run out of places to go, right?”

He sighed. “Probably.”

She kissed him again. “Good night. I love you.”

“And I love you. ”

Jules then kissed Evan, and when she pulled back, she whispered in his ear, “Walk him to his car, then kiss the hell out of him. And if you have to kiss him for ten or twenty minutes before somebody walks by, do it.”

He smirked at the command. “You got it.”

“Then let me know how it went.”

“I will.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He pressed another kiss to her lips. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

Thirty minutes later, when Jules still hadn’t heard from Evan, she picked up her phone and opened her texting app, scrolling past the Ménage à Trois group chat and clicking on Evan’s name to open up their private conversation.

She’d never really been known for her patience, so waiting for just about anything made her itchy.

What was taking so long? Were Evan and Malcom still making out in the parking lot?

JULES: Status update? What’s taking so long? JULES: You two can’t still be making out in the parking lot, can you?

It was almost another five minutes before Evan responded, during which time she repeatedly checked her phone.

EVAN: No, we’re not still making out in the parking lot.

EVAN: I had to stop and pick up some milk and Lucky Charms from the grocery store on my way home.

JULES: Lucky Charms? EVAN: It’s my favorite cereal.

JULES: It was mine, too, when I was a child.

EVAN: Well, it’s still mine, and I’ll be eating it until the day I die, so get used to it.

EVAN: Anyway, I did as you asked. EVAN: I had to kiss Mal for about seven minutes before someone walked by.

He heard them and got spooked, and pulled away, but unfortunately, it was a young couple who barely even looked at us.

JULES: Figures. EVAN: Fortunately, another couple walked by a few minutes later, and they were old, so that was good.

JULES: Perfect. EVAN: This time, when Mal got spooked and pulled away, he caught some of their disapproval, which really wasn’t that much, but to him it was a lot.

JULES: How upset did he get? EVAN: On a scale of one to ten, about a seven.

JULES: Okay. EVAN: I told him to ignore them and their judgmental bullshit, blah, blah, blah, and he pretended he would.

EVAN: Then I kissed him again and squeezed his dick for good measure (over clothing, not under) before we parted company.

JULES: You did good. JULES: Thank you for making out with Mal in the parking lot.

EVAN: I’d say ‘You’re welcome’, but it really wasn’t an imposition.

JULES: Good, because I think we should do that as often as we can when we’re in public.

EVAN: You don’t think he’ll get wise to what we’re doing?

Or what I’m doing, since I’ll be the one doing it?

JULES: If he does, we’ll figure something else out, but in the meantime, full steam ahead. EVAN: All right.