It seems that at the start of all of this, Gavin knew exactly what he was doing. He was putting me into a position where I would be falling for all three of them, and now I’m glad that I let Austin in when I had the chance.
But Vaughn… He started out as the thorn in my side before becoming a piece of the growing puzzle that I didn’t think fit. I’ve somehow found myself growing more and more attached to him. He helped me feel whole in a way I wasn’t prepared for.
That is until the bar opened. Now I rarely see any of my boys. It feels like I’m in a position where I can’t complain, considering how often I worked in the beginning. But things are bound to settle down at some point. Right?