I was at the top of the basement stairs by now, knowing I’d find Theo with his makeshift distillery in the cool cellar. It was funny, the way my relationship had developed differently with each of the guys. I was closest to Theo, but I wasn’t entirely convinced the alcohol didn’t play a massive part. He was always ready with a cheerful smile and a warm embrace. Even now as I joined him downstairs, he grinned and handed me a mason jar filled with the hooch I had come to enjoy. It had taken some time to get used to not being hungry. Eventually, like everything else, it had come to feel normal.

“Something on your mind, sweet girl?” He tugged on my hand, pulling me to his side to sit on the old carpet with him. His small setup of glass jars and basins lined the table in front of us.

I took a sip from my glass and nuzzled into his arm. “I was just thinking how different all my relationships with you are. And maybe I shouldn’t be sleeping with Felix anymore.”

In a different situation, I would never talk to my boyfriend about another man I was having sex with. But we had all gotten to know each other sexually, and Theo knew Felix for far longer than I had. I had to use the resources in front of me, and right now that was Theo.

Theo laughed, tossing his blond hair in his typical easy way. “Why do you say that? I’m never going to complain about sharing you, but I’ve seen your eyes when Felix is fucking you, Savannah. You love it. Those moans you make…goddamn.”

I covered my face to hide my embarrassment. I wasn’t sure I would ever get used to the fact one guy I was having sex with had seen me have sex with his roommate. But nothing was normal in this house, least of all the relationships. I took another swallow to hide my awkwardness. “I do love having sex with him. With both of you. But Felix and I don’t have a relationship like you and I do. With Felix, our relationship seems to be purely when the sun sets.”

“Is that a problem for you?”

This is why I loved Theo, alcoholic or not. There was never any judgment from him. I knew a lot of it came from his childhood, and the life he lived after his parents’ death, but he never blinked an eye at anything I told him. I shrugged. “I guess not. But, like, today for example. He just came to my room and offered me a dress so I could make myself new clothes. Super nice gesture. Then we ended up fighting because he made a comment about how I was wearing your shirts.” I sighed. “It would be nice to know where I stand with him.”