Luther’s story sat with me for weeks.
I wondered how similar his story was to mine, or to Theo’s or even to Felix’s. Because hadn’t we all been looking for more? Wasn’t the search for more what brought us all to this fucking house in the first place?

Theo was looking for luck. Felix was looking for love. Luther was looking for acceptance. And me? I wasn’t sure what I was looking for anymore. Maybe I had been looking for more just the same.

It was true, sex had never been great for me before the house, but I had just assumed I was one of those people who didn’t love sex. My time in the house had made me realize just how wrong I was. It was entirely possible I had been like Luther my entire life, and just never realized it, craving the attention of more than one person. Desperate for the love of more than one soul.

Now I had three of them. Although none of us had spoken the “L” word yet, I was certain it wasn’t far off. If they were anything like me, they were worried about fucking up the dynamics of the house more than we already had. Because if things went sour, it wasn’t like we never had to see one another again. We were stuck with each other for the rest of eternity. The house itself didn’t scare me, but the thought of living with people I didn’t get along with did.

Fall turned into winter, heavy clouds teasing us with snow. By the time Christmas came around, I would’ve been in the house for almost four months. Four months down, a lifetime to go. Already my skin was feeling itchy, leaving me ready to claw at the walls.

I lay on Felix’s bed as he stroked my hair. On this day, a few weeks after Luther’s story, I had found my way there. Eventually Luther or Theo would come looking for me, and find me in here, but for right now it was just the two of us. Felix and I were growing more comfortable with each other, with less arguing when we tried to speak outside of sex, or on our own. Not that it didn’t happen. It just happened less.

I turned over in his lap, meeting his eyes. “How do you do it?”

“Do what exactly?” He continued to stroke my hair back with a light touch. “That could refer to a whole host of things.”