“That’s assuming you passed the exam,” I pointed out.
Taylor narrowed his eyes at me in the rearview mirror. “I passed. You think I want to spend another minute in high school? I’m already finishing six months late.”
Vincent glanced at his younger cousin in the back seat. “You’ve worked hard, and you should be proud of yourself.”
Taylor blushed and smiled shyly. “Oh, pish. You know, I don’t want to live with you all forever.”
I put a hand to my heart. “Taylor, you wound me.”
“No offense, but I’d like to move out on my own at some point. Not yet, though.”
“Of course. But you’d better plan to come for dinner with your dads once a week, at least,” I muttered. I’d been the last person to think I’d want a teenager in the house, and now I couldn’t imagine our lives without Taylor.
Taylor cuddled up next to Matteo and kissed his cheek. “For Matteo’s cooking? You bet. Even if Vincent cooks. But if Nic cooks…”
“Watch yourself, little one.” I laughed, because he was right about my failed attempts at putting together appealing meals, on the rare occasions I’d tried. Most days Matteo cooked dinner, and if he couldn’t, Vincent or Taylor did. I was last on the list for a reason.
Matteo had come to us when Vincent had injured his hand, and Daphne had suggested someone to help with the cooking and domestic duties. We’d then invited Matteo into our bedroom and things had progressed from there. Now the three of us were in a committed poly relationship with Taylor to look after, and I’d never been happier.
“Oh please, you’ve been threatening to give me a spanking since I moved in. But I think you’re worried you’d like it too much.”
“Taylor,” Vincent warned.
“There are many different ways I can make your life miserable, Taylor. Don’t tempt me.”
Verbally sparring with Taylor had become a daily diversion, and I’d miss it when he finally did move out.
Moxie’s had a booth waiting for us. We took off our winter jackets and hung them on the nearby hook. Just before Vincent slid onto the bench, I nudged him in the ribs. “Hey, remember what we did in the bathroom the last time we were here?”
As I’d expected, a blush rose in his cheeks, and he glanced at the others to see if they’d heard. Matteo avoided his gaze while fighting a smile, and, to my amusement, Taylor looked shocked.
He leaned over the table, his eyebrows raised. “Apublicbathroom?”
I shrugged. “We were alone for most of it.”
“Mostof it?” Taylor sputtered and sat down, shaking his head. “God, you guys are turning me into a prude.I’mthe one who’s supposed to be fucking people in bathrooms. I’m eighteen and horny and—”
“I didn’t fuck Vincent in the bathroom,” I said calmly.
“Oh. Okay,” Taylor said. “Good.”
He pretended to focus on the menu, but he kept glancing up at us, and I knew it was killing him to pretend he wasn’t curious as hell.
“Can we order, please?” Vincent said, with some embarrassment.
I scanned the menu. “Of course. I’m going to order extra aioli with whatever I’m getting—because there’s two of you, now.” I winked at Matteo.
Taylor stood up. “I’m going to the bathroom.” He pointed a finger at me. “Youstay where you are.”
Matteo and Vincent glared at me while Taylor headed for the men’s room.
“What?”
“This is supposed to be a celebration of Taylor finishing his high school credits,” Matteo said gently. “Not a confessional for all the kinky things you’ve done to Vincent.”
I shrugged. “I mean,allthe kinky—”
Matteo pushed his knife forward slightly. “But please do share the details with me later.”
