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defined except them. And that was good enough for Trevor.
    Darla began to fidget, his clue that she was done and ready to cuddle. Sliding out of her made him shudder, just once, the final impulses of electrical power elicited by sex crawling out of his dick.
    Now he was done, and as Joe took his place on her left side, Trevor on her right, the three settled into what he’d come to think of as The Movie Shot. Imagining them from above, suspended in space, he figured they looked like a group of twenty-somethings who were well fucked and damn pleased with themselves. 
    As they should be.
    And yet Joe never was.
    “That was amazing,” Trevor said preemptively, as if he could control the mood by saying something first that would be positive. Like starting conversation on a good note would neutralize anything negative that Joe might say.
    Didn’t work.
    “That’s what you get all the time while I’m in Philly.” The words felt like a cold bucket of ice water all over Trevor’s body, and he hadn’t signed up to take the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. 
    Darla squeezed Trevor’s thigh with a warning, but also a tacit statement of agreement that Joe was being an asshole.
    “Whenever you come home, we’re here,” she whispered in Joe’s ear, loud enough for Trevor to hear, but it was too late. His entire body had gone rigid with suppressed rage. Way to ruin a nice moment , he thought. Then again, Joe was good at that.
    He was pretty much the expert, in fact.
    “‘Home’? This shithole is home?”
    “You lived in this shithole before, so what happened? It doesn’t meet your new, snooty Philly standards?” The words ripped out of Trevor’s mouth before he could help it. And Darla’s hand on his thigh couldn’t stop him, either.
    Joe just snorted and snuggled in with Darla more. Trevor didn’t feel jealousy the way Joe seemed to, but the combination of the sneering words and taking casual advantage of her nice, wet, warm body made Trevor sit up and slice the air with quick movement, eyes burning a hole through Joe’s head.
    “C’mon. You can’t take a joke?” Joe’s taunt raised Trevor’s anger level from rage to explosive, and he didn’t do explosive. Darla could sense it, too—he knew from the way the corners of her mouth turned down, and how her green eyes went stormy, that this was as bad as he thought.
    He couldn’t calm down. Couldn’t chill, couldn’t back off, either. Always the appeaser, and generally willing to give himself a few seconds of distance between hearing one of Joe’s wisecracks and reacting to it, he was out of patience.
    Finally.
    “Fuck you, Joe,” Trevor ground out like he was chewing rusty nails. There went the shine off the afterglow. Pfft . Gone in one quick sentence.
    “Nope. Sorry. All fucked out. Darla took care of that.” 
    Trevor’s breathing was labored, the whoosh of air being pushed in and out by fury as loud as a tornado rushing through his ears. Darla peeled Joe off her and sat up, eyes wide with alarm. He could feel the hair on his body stand on end, as if that same electrical current that had just fueled so much passion moments ago had gone rogue, now turning dangerous. Destructive.
    Lethal.
    He wasn’t going to really kill Joe, of course. But if he could murder that fucker’s sense of entitlement, self-importance, and most of all, the little troll of extraordinary negativity that inhabited Joe like a parasite, then maybe he’d get somewhere.
    Because he just couldn’t take it anymore.
    “How in the hell are you so jealous?” he spat out, knowing it would make Joe take the bait. “We share. We’re a threesome. That comes with the territory of what we are, together. You’re not supposed to be like this when you choose to be with me and Darla, you asshole.” 
    A few beats of silence. Trevor stared, hard, at Joe’s face, searching for a crack. A fissure. Some hint that Joe felt something . 
    “Not jealous. Just stating the facts,” Joe said, calmly