While Arlo hunts around the apartment for some candles, Oliver draws a bath in their large jacuzzi tub. Sitting on the edge of the tub, I watch him dump nearly half a bottle of bubble bath into the gushing water.

"The bath was Arlo's idea, you don't have to stay, Oliver," I say. My legs are still trembling from our encounter and my nipples soften at the warm air rising throughout the bathroom from the hot water.

The naked Oliver doesn't look at me as he drops the bottle onto the marble tile. He leans down to swirl the water with his hand. "You can call me Ollie."

I study his face, his body, flushed red. His fingers tremble slightly and a smile easily spreads across his face.

Just-had-sex-Oliver is way more preferable to him the rest of the time, I decide.

"Get in," he says, adjusting the jets with a turn of the nob on the wall.

I dip one foot in, wincing at the temperature. I've never had a good tolerance for heat, but if I give it a minute I can adjust.

"Too hot?" Oliver—Ollie says, reaching back in as the jets start circulating the water.

"No—it's fine," I answer, forcing my other leg in.

Wordlessly, he turns on the cold water.

Arlo returns to the bathroom, arms full of various candles in different states of melt. As he sets to placing them around the tub, I notice all the different scents—Cupcake Vanilla, Pumpkin Spice Latte, Champagne Toast, Limoncello, Tiki Beach... I laugh.

"What?" Arlo says, grinning, unsure of what's so funny.

I shake my head. "It's going to smell pretty interesting in here."

He looks pointedly at Oliver, who is still messing with the temperature of the water. He mouths: All his.

I bite the smile off my face when Oliver glances back at us, unaware of his brother's treason. "How's that?" He asks.

The water's cooled into a much more comfortable bath. I nod, sliding into the water. Oliver's eyes latch onto my breasts as they meet the bubbles.

A groan mingled with a sigh escapes me as my muscles loosen, and Oliver's member noticeable stiffens.

Oh, boy.

Arlo lights the candles while Oliver sits in the bath next to me. The triangular shape gives us each a corner with jets to massage our backs. Arlo slides in with us after turning the lights off, bathing us in a soft glow. Candlelight flickers against the bubbles, creating little champagne sparkles. Our legs bump against each other's in the waving water.

Arlo reaches out and strokes my cheek with one finger, a smile on his lips. "You okay?" he asks.

I nod. "Better than expected."

Ollie lets out a snort, eyes closed. "Best fuck you're ever going to have is with us two."

I roll my eyes, even though my heartbeat quickens. "You can't know that, or even decide that for me."

He shrugs. "I bet we're the best you've had so far."

I squish some bubbles between my hands. "That's not very fair."

"Yeah?"

"For one, there's two of you. And for another, you've been doing this longer than I have."

Ollie's eyes flick open and lock onto mine. "How many boys have you been with?"

"Ollie, come on," Arlo cuts in. "Don't ruin the mood. You don't have to answer, Wren."

I look into his face and find no judgement. He's been so open with me, talking about his first time and the pain I imagine it caused him. What could it hurt to tell him about mine? "I'd talk about it if you'd want to know," I say softly.

He holds my gaze for a while, making sure I mean it. I can tell, without words, he wants to know.

"There," Ollie says, smacking the water and splashing us and breaking the tension. "Out with it, little girl."

I splash him back. "Okay, fine. I've only been with one other boy."

"When did you lose it?" Ollie pushes, leaning in closer to watch my face.

I avoid his eyes. "I was sixteen. We'd been going out for a couple months. He told me I was his first, too, but I think he was lying."

"Why?" Arlo asks, straightening up.

I shrug, suddenly feeling like an insect put on display. "He really liked me, and I think he just didn't want to hurt me."

"But lying hurts," Ollie says, tone sober.

I watch the flickering flame of one of the candles. It sits precariously on the side of the tub. "Not where I come from. It's better to lie than to hurt someone."

"That's bullshit," Ollie concedes, leaning back into the water. "Don't you ever fucking lie to me to spare my feelings."

That pulls a smile out of me and I share a look with Arlo. "You don't have to worry about me ever sparing your feelings."

"What's his name?" Ollie asks.

I hesitate, but only for a moment. "Noah." I haven't spoken his name out loud in a long time.

You still with him?" he says in a daring tone.

"Of course not," I say. "That would be cruel. We broke up before graduation."

"You broke up with him," Arlo says, like he already knows it's true.

I nod.

"Did it hurt?" Arlo asks.

I cringe. "The sex?"

They both burst out laughing.

"No, Wren, the breakup." Arlo grins, pushing my hair behind my shoulder. He thumbs the collar still around my neck. I forgot it was even there.

I shake my head and splash him with some bubbles. "No. I felt it coming for a while, and so did he."

"What did it?"

But Ollie speaks for me. "She outgrew him."

My eyes snap to him.

He pulls himself up and moves towards me. Nudging my legs apart he gets between them and puts his arms on either side of me. His breath tickles my nose when he speaks and his body heat mingled with the heat of the water overwhelms me. "I'm right, aren't I? You outgrew that little, inexperienced boy from your small town." Here he leans in even further to whisper in my ear. The tip of his cock rests lightly just above my clit. "He was soft and quick, wasn't he? Didn't know how to give you the pounding you craved, didn't have it in him to take you the way you wanted to be taken."

Goosebumps run down my back and I find I can't move, trapped by Ollie's body only inches away from mine. "Something like that, I guess," I whisper back. I've never been able to put my feeling toward Noah into words before, never wanted to.

Ollie's hand slides to the back of my neck and he pulls my head forward to rest against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heart beats through the both of us. "You're never going to have to worry about that with us, Wren. That I promise."