The movie had been a disaster. Not the film itself—that part Ken barely remembered—but the way four gorgeous girls had draped themselves around him in the dark theater. Two Jons had been content to grin and stroke his arm, but the other two had decided they weren’t waiting for credits to roll before kissing him. By the time an usher caught sight of the little harem clustered in row twelve, Ken had gone scarlet and half the audience had turned to stare.
“Out,” the guy working the aisle had hissed, clearly more embarrassed than angry. “This isn’t… whatever you think this is.”
So out they went, giggling, four Jons tugging a red-faced Ken into the night air. By the time they made it back to his house, his embarrassment had burned away into something else. Excitement. Heat. And a weird, guilty sense of rightness.
Now, sprawled across his bed, Ken was sandwiched between them all. One Jon had taken over his pillow, kissing him slow and soft, while another nipped at his ear, laughing when he shivered. The third had tangled her fingers with his, tracing little circles on his palm, while the fourth was halfway lying across him, stealing quick kisses whenever she could.
It should have felt overwhelming. Too much. But instead… it felt like being adored.
Ken laughed into one of the kisses, breathless. “You’re… you’re all insane. You know that, right?”
“Insane for you,” one Jon whispered against his lips.
“Lucky you pulled that paper,” another added, brushing blond hair from his eyes. “Otherwise, we’d have had no boyfriend to spoil us.”
Ken felt his heart stumble in his chest. Boyfriend. They said it like it was obvious, like it had always been true. He hadn’t even gotten used to his new voice yet, and here he was—four girlfriends deep, kissing until his head spun.
And the strangest part? He liked it. More than liked it. He was grinning so wide his cheeks hurt.
For the first time in his life, Karyn—no, Ken—wasn’t just someone’s best friend. He was wanted. Desired. And he couldn’t stop wanting back.
“Alright, alright,” he murmured, tugging one Jon down for another kiss as the others crowded in, vying for their turn. “You’ll all get one. Just… not all at once, or I’ll suffocate.”
They laughed, and the room filled with warmth and tangled limbs, like any other couple lost in love—just multiplied by four.
And Ken, dizzy and happy, thought: This week is going to change everything.
