"Liar." She tossed another piece of popcorn at me.
I caught it in my mouth, earning a surprised laugh from her.
The movie had done something unexpected—it had defused the tension between us. Not the sexual tension, which still hummed beneath the surface whenever our eyes met, but the wary defensiveness Aurora had been carrying since arriving. She was relaxed now, sitting cross-legged on my couch, the bowl of popcorn mostly empty between us.
"So," I said, "now you know I have terrible taste in movies according to you. What else do you want to know about me?"
She considered the question, tilting her head slightly. "Why do you have two girlfriends?"
Direct hit. No warmup.
"That's complicated."
"I've got time."
I leaned back, considering how much to reveal. "Short version? I connect with both of them. They connect with me. We make it work."
"And they don't get jealous of each other?"
"Sometimes. But they talk about it. Work through it."
