Page 82 of Wild Like Us

I give up on the A/C. “We have over a thousand miles for you to explain it to me. It’ll be harder for you to share than for me to hear.”

Banks smiles. “You’re fooling yourself, man.”

Maybe I am, but I’m not conceding. I brush a hand through my hair. “You’re not taking back that kind of kiss either, are you?”

“Fuck no. Would you?”

“No.” I would’ve loved to have a semi-naked kiss with Sulli. Maybe I’ll have more than that one day.

We go silent for the umpteenth time.

I wipe a trickle of sweat off my temple and roll down the window. Gusts of air blow in, but I’m still burning up.

Sulli leans forward more. Her breasts rise with a deeper breath, “So what the fuck are we doing? What happens from here?”

Banks and I exchange a tense look.

I know what happens.

He knows too.

I rotate more to her. “It’s your choice, Sulli. We can’t tell you who you want to be with. But we both want to be with you.”

“I have to pick?” Her voice pitches higher.

I nod.

Banks nods.

Sulli grips the backs of our seats and stares down at the driver’s cup holder. “How can I make a choice like that right now? I literallyjustkissed you both, and it’s not like I’ve been dating either of you.”

Banks assures her, “You don’t have to decide now.”

I add, “You’re not exclusive with either of us. We can just be casually pursuing you until you’re ready.” She still looks confused, so I scrounge for a metaphor. “Like you’re the Bachelorette, and we’re just two handsome dudes vying for your heart—but one of us is clearly better looking.” I touch my chest.

“You want Windex for those mirrors?” Banks asks, fitting a toothpick between his lips.

I end up smiling. “Only so you can see me better.”

Banks laughs, then tells Sulli, “One of us is clearly more humble.”

I nod once.

Sulli is lost in thought. Until she looks up. “So I just casually date you both like I’m the Bachelorette until I make a choice?”

“Right,” I say.

“What about the fantasy suites, Kits?”

I stiffen.

Banks frowns. “The what?” He’s never seen the dating show we’re discussing.

I explain, “It’s where the bachelor or bachelorette spends the night with the guys or girls they’re dating. I think it’s at like final three, and it’s implied they have sex.”

His brows spike. “The bachelor has sex with the last three women he’s dating? And they’re all okay with it?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”