Chapter 348

You talked a bit more over lunch - you were all going to be participating, and Garrison would do some tutoring on the Mock Trial process for those of you who had less experience with it, but the majority of the research and team direction was going to be up to Sabrina. She was thrilled.

Eric grumbled a little until he realised that he was also included on the team, and then perked up when he figured out he could do all the ‘fun stuff’ and not need to do the heavy end of the research. Sabrina had been given every morning to dedicate to the Mock Trial, which meant she still had to work your regular afternoon, and you could tell she was practically vibrating wanting to dig into the new challenge. It was still early July and the Mock Trial would happen sometime at the start of August.

At the end of the day, you and the girls had to split up and you felt like a fucking freshman in high school mooning after your first girlfriend at the end of the school day. It made you laugh at yourself a little bit, but that didn’t make you miss their presence any less. After the weekend you felt attached at the hip and having them both go their own way made you miss them even if you’d see them the next morning.

The girls were going on ‘Girl’s Night’ with Becks, which you knew meant they would go out for cocktails somewhere so they could chat. You weren’t sure how much of the weekend they would tell Becks about - quite possibly all of it, while showing the pictures - but you were more worried about them needing to have the conversation with Becks about her Freudian slip that morning. You liked Becks. She was cool and sexy. But you weren’t in love with her. Friends-with-benefits was the most it could be, especially with all three of you leaving the city by the end of the summer. Long distance with Gemma was going to be a bitch, and you weren’t looking to add another long-distance thing.

Becks could be a friend, but that was all. Just like Mallory.

You made your way home and performed the ritual of heavily knocking on the apartment door before entering. Mosche was home but in his room and called he’d be out in a couple of minutes. That gave you time to go drop your stuff off in your room and get changed into something more casual and comfortable. When you came back out Mosche was sitting in the living room.

“Long day?” you asked.

“Sort of,” he sighed. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, but looked like he’d been through a windstorm. His hair, usually a bit messy, was flared out like an anime character.

“Still bummed about the Tasha thing?” you asked, grabbing a seat on the couch since he was in the chair.

“Yeah,’” he sighed again. “I appreciated Gemma and Sabrina giving me stuff to think about, but it hasn’t been helping.”

“Mosche, I’m going to ask you this and you should really consider your answer, OK?” you said. He frowned and nodded. “Do you want me to console you, or give you my hard opinion?”

He hesitated, taking your warning to heart. Most people would have said ‘hard opinion’ because they thought that’s what they wanted, but for all that Mosche was a soft little marshmallow of a man he was also pretty self-deprecating in his humour and knew he didn’t do well with conflict or tough decisions.

“Console me,” he finally said. That relieved you of the need to tell him to break up with Tasha. She was ‘sowing her wild oats’ or whatever you called it for women. Mosche wasn’t into it, which meant their relationship was doomed. If Sabrina or Gemma had sat you down with a serious request to do what Tasha wanted to, it would have been the end of your relationship. You loved both of them, but an honest desire for a gangbang or even just a two-guy threesome meant you weren’t going to match up in the long run. You knew you were extremely lucky to have fallen in love with two women whose sexuality was so in line with your own.