Epilogue
The sun is beating down and I feel sweaty and gross from lugging my suitcase down to the parking lot.
“We could have helped you bring this down,” says Lukas, stepping out of the car.
“I know, but I had the time.” I kiss each of them hello, even though there are other students and families milling around, packing up their own cars for the summer break.
“Is this the last of it?” confirms Felix, lifting my suitcase into the trunk.
“It is. I hope you’re not regretting your offer already,” I say, sliding into the backseat between Felix and Lukas.
“Not at all,” says Lukas taking my hand.
The ride over to their house—now our house—is quick, and it feels good to walk into their house and know that it’s mine too.
I hadn’t wanted to move back home. I need some space from Mom while she goes to therapy, and I haven’t heard from Dad since the hospital, so it’s not like I could have stayed with him even if I wanted to.
“This is where we keep mail,” explains Elliot, pointing out a new rack on the entryway wall. Each section has a little label on it with one of their names.
The bottom basket is labeled “Rebecca”, which sends a thrill through me. First my own hook, now my own mail basket. They really are trying to make me feel at home here, as if I didn’t always.
“I have mail already?” I pull out the envelope that’s sitting in my basket and rip it open. Maybe it’s a little welcome letter from them. Or a list of rules on how to keep the house clean. Or a printed schedule of the bed rotation for the month.
It’s none of those things. It’s not even from the guys. My eyes rove over the page, confused. I reread it.
It’s a job offer from a company I definitely haven’t applied for.
“What’s this?” I’m so confused.
Felix turns the paper so he can glance at it, and immediately grins. “She got it.”
The other guys all cheer, throwing their arms around me and kissing me. I kiss them back, but I’m still lost.
“But I didn’t apply here.”
“We did, though,” says Elliot, blushing.
“It was overstepping, and we know that,” adds Sebastian. “And we’re sorry. But also not sorry.”
“You were looking for a reporter position and we read the article you sent us,” says Lukas. “We just knew we had to send it in to Speedcubing Today.”
Elliot taps a finger on the letter. “And look, they loved it!” he crows.
“You sent my article in to a company and didn’t tell me?”
“Are you mad?” asks Felix. “We knew it was a possibility. We just thought it was worth the risk.”
Part of me wants to be upset that they did this without telling me, but my advisor still hasn’t found me a new internship, and here my guys have literally landed me a job—not just an internship, but an actual job—in my career field.
It’s not hard-hitting news, but it’s still a field I’m interested in because my boyfriends are speedcubing superstars.
“Only if they just gave me the job because I’m the girlfriend of four speedcubing World Champions,” I say with a smile. They all shake their heads emphatically.
“No, they wouldn’t do that,” insists Sebastian.
“You deserve it because you’re talented,” adds Lukas.
“Thank you.” I pull Lukas in for a kiss. “I love you.”
Now that we’re living together, I can do that whenever I want. And the idea that they can do the same has me smiling through the kiss.
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