Intermission - Alice’s thoughts.

Alice smoothly drove her car into the big garage and parked it next to her dad’s slick gray 911 Turbo S. Her mind had a million things to think about, and yet she still had the same, automatic thought she had every time she saw that car: It was a bit of a waste.

It was a great car, with outstanding performance and some of the best acceleration in its class. It was a car made to hit the track, but her dad didn’t do that. Her dad was fascinated by high performance sports cars, by the technology behind them and their beautiful looks, but he only drove it casually. It was the difference between him and his children. Alice and Alex loved cars for similar reasons, but they just needed to see how they performed at their best. Another big difference was that Alice and her brother were more into JDMs, while their dad was much more into European cars.

She didn’t exit her car after turning off the engine. She sat there, absentmindedly looking at the roof. Without realizing it, she took a couple of fingers to her lips.

She still felt it. Her lips, her heart, her entire body still felt a lingering sensation of what that kiss had tasted like. It was… addicting. She wanted it again, and for longer. She wanted more. She wanted his hands all over her, on her waist, on her back, on her breasts and her butt!

Alice slumped on her seat as if she was melting and shivered. “God, that was…”

Much better than the car meet would’ve been. Those were fun, and she did like seeing new cars and talking to people about how they built them, but there were always the ones bragging about how much money they’d put into them, the ones that lied about their car’s specs, the ones who acted like they knew about cars but put useless mods on theirs to make them LOOK like racing cars. Car meets were fun, but they were also full of caveats. Being alone with Oliver had been much better.

“I want to see him again,” she said to herself, tracing her finger along the steering wheel. “Maybe we could drive somewhere out of town? The lake is only six hours from here…”

Six hours driving her car while talking with Oliver about all sorts of things. Getting to the lake and enjoying the view with him, making out even more. Maybe rent a cabin for a night and…

She sighed. That all sounded like the best idea to her, but it would probably be boring for him. “Something else, then. Something not related to cars. What does he like? Games, but I know nothing about games. Music, then, but what?”

She told him they shouldn’t go beyond what they did tonight until they cleared things up with Noelle, yet here she was already thinking of a second date.

“It was a date, right?” Did it matter? It was amazing.

Oliver was so easy to talk to, which was a shock. Alice knew he was changing, it was clear to see from afar, yet to have him in front of her, alone… He was almost a different person. Or maybe it was more fitting to say this was his real self, without the chains of fear and anxiety holding him down.

And that moment, when he bluntly told her he wanted to have Mila, Grace, Sarah, and even Noelle and her all at the same time… It was something that would’ve sounded wrong, selfish and even egotistical from anyone else, but from him? It sounded… interesting and exciting, a proclamation of an impossible dream. Alice wanted to see it happen.

Why? What made him different? He was cute, but more than just cute. He was hot, but more than just hot. He was… Alluring was the closest word she could find. It described him not just in looks, but his general aura.

Actually, all that set off some of Alice’s alarms. She’d been stupid enough to believe sweet words before, and she’d been hurt. She shouldn’t be believing Oliver’s words, either, right? But trusting Oliver was easier because her friends already did, and they were pretty good judges of character. And if that wasn’t enough, there was this… strange feeling she had by the end of the night.

The girls had told her about it. It was like a connection with him, something that bordered on the supernatural. When he said he was confident he could make them all happy, it was no platitude. He meant it, and Alice knew it.

“Sharing a boyfriend. Can I do it?” she asked herself.

She’d known since the start that her friends were already dating Oliver, so the idea wasn’t that shocking. And he was, after all, too much for any one woman to handle. That kiss served as empirical proof.

What truly worried Alice was Noelle. She had no knowledge of any of this. She was, for lack of a better term, an outsider in this whole situation. She was just a girl who really liked a guy. A guy who, to the public, was single.

She couldn’t imagine her agreeing to this. Alice was already close friends with his girlfriends and was aware of the situation before she even started liking the guy. Why would Noelle say yes to sharing the guy she liked with her and three other girls she barely knew?

Biggest problem was, Alice wanted her to agree.

She looked at her phone. She’d been sitting in her car for 15 minutes already. She had to call the girls or risk their wrath. Alice chuckled. At least her thoughts were in better order after all this thinking.

She sent a text to their group chat and went back to her bedroom.

Weird to think she was excited to tell them she had kissed their boyfriend.

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