Complications increase

My eyes flicker open. It’s Saturday morning, so I don’t need to get moving right away; I can lie here and think about last night. And what a night it was! I took Rachel’s virginity; she asked me to be her boyfriend; when I told her about Heather, she asked me to ask Heather if we could be in a relationship as a threesome (or however you want to put that); and for now, Rachel is my unofficial girlfriend. My life is a lot more complicated than it was eighteen hours ago. But it’s a good kind of complicated, I think.

When I realize my mind is just running in circles, I get up, get dressed, and make my bed. I’m just about to head out to breakfast when there’s a knock on my door. I open it to find Danni standing there. “May I come in?” she asks, looking oddly uncomfortable.

“Sure,” I say, stepping back to let her through. I close the door behind her and sit on the bed; she takes one of the chairs. “What’s up, Danni?”

“Andrew,” she says slowly, “I’ve been thinking.” Well, that’s always an ominous phrase. “I’ve realized that when you told me I could trust you, I should have believed you.” Uh-oh . . . “I just wasn’t ready then, but I am now; I’m ready to follow my heart.” She’s going there . . . “Andrew, will you be my boyfriend?” Yep, she went there. This time yesterday, I would have been thrilled. Now . . . I’m kind of committed—if “kind of” means “somewhere north of 100%.” What on earth do I say? And what the fuck is with the timing here, with Rachel and Danni coming back to me at almost the same time?