“You want me to fuck Windsor and Tristan?” I ask, and both boys exchange a look before glancing over at me. “You haven’t fucked Tristan yet?” Zayd clarifies, and I give him a look. “I’ve been honest with you guys every step of the way, whether it’s just kissing or … something more. Don’t you think I’d have told if you that’d happened yet?” “Holy hell in a handbasket,” Zayd murmurs,
