So if you're like me, surrounded by the three of these superhumanly attractive men, wouldn't you be wondering how it worked out so well? It was like falling off the bed, which I actually did when they followed me "home" that night. They stayed with me, letting me drink away my frustrations and kept me entertained with their shenanigans.

They danced me around the small apartment I'd rented for my stay. They told me funny stories from their various lives before and during the rise to fame that came with being Marvel stars. They brought me out of my funk and still kept me grounded. Let me blow off steam without giving me enough rope to hang myself, or in my state that night, blow off the movie deal I'd worked so hard to make work.

When I'd had my fill, they tucked me in, and I do mean THEY. Chris toted me to the bedroom, Sebastian pulled down the covers, and Tom brought me water and ibuprofen for the morning. They made sure I was lying on my side. They turned on the bathroom light, just in case I needed it before morning. And then, as if that weren't enough, they had a slumber party in the living room.

I'd woken up that morning, more than thankful for the water and painkillers. I glared at the sun daring to peek through the heavy curtains of my bedroom, but at the same time felt appreciative that I hadn't drunk dialed the studio and called the whole deal off. Unfortunately, I misjudged my placement on the bed, which I shouldn't have since with my short arms, reaching the bedside table easily should have tipped me off. I rolled, trying to make my way to the edge of the bed, not knowing I was there. I fell with a crash and started laughing. My goto reaction to a clumsy move.

What I hadn't expected was the three of them to come rushing in when I landed in a heap of bedclothes and self on the floor. Looking up at the three of them, sleep still evident in their hair and faces, my giggles went on overdrive.

"What the fuck?" Chris said, coming over to help me up as his two partners in crime hovered by his sides. "Are you ok?"

I took his offered hands in mine and let him hoist me to my feet. Another chuckle escaped my lips as I took in his hair standing on end. Running my hands through the mess, I noticed the other two watching me.

"I think she's still drunk," Sebastian said, eyes crinkling with a smile. "Who laughs that hard when they fall out of their bed?"

I raised my hand like I was in school. "Me." I said, smiling at my heroes. "I laugh when I fall down, every single time." I extracted myself from the tangled blankets around my feet. "I didn't know you three stayed."

"Of course we did, love." Tom answered, smiling. "Couldn't have you wake up to an empty apartment and deal with a massive hangover alone, could we?"

I chuckled again. "I'm fine." I shook my head when they all gaped at me. "What?"

"You drank us all under the table." Chris answered, looking at my small frame up and down.

Sebastian licked his lips and did his own assessment of my person. "We HAD to stop because we could feel ourselves getting fucked up."

"And I'm definitely feeling the effects," Tom concluded, grimacing.

I kept grinning. "Oops." They all kept eyeing me. "I've only had one hangover my entire life. And that was when I mixed liquor, champagne, and beer throughout the night." I gave another laugh as they calculated what that mix would do. "I threw up. I had to be put, fully clothed, in a cold shower. And then I still made it to work the next day, although anything over a whisper made me want to die. Learn your limits, boys, and it never happens again." I winked, and moved toward the bathroom. "Give me a second and I'll make you all breakfast."

I closed the bathroom door and gave a breathless chuckle. Poor things, looked at me like I was a unicorn.

And that night, and morning, got us here. Sitting around the house I was renting, once again in Georgia, while the movie based on my book was filming. They were in town for another movie. Mine was being filmed nearby, theirs in the heart of Atlanta. It was kismet that we were all in the same place at the same time. Usually I'd see one, or two of them, during press for a new book or they'd come to visit me in Florida. Since that day a year ago, we'd kept in touch. At least once a day, I'd speak to one of them, and the texts came fast and furious.

"Ugh," I groaned, as Chris' hand cupped his own left man boob. I felt all eyes on me. "What?"

"You groaned." Sebastian said, cupping my right calf. "You alright?"

I laughed. "I'm fine. Hungry, but fine." I staggered off the sofa, I'd been sitting so long. "I'm ordering in, what do you guys want?" Another chuckle as I heard three different answers. "Thank God for Grubhub." I yelled. I grabbed the handful of takeout menus that I knew matched up with the delivery app. I tossed each their favorite and sat down to consider what I felt like.

"You can have some of my Chinese," Chris offered, looking at the menu with interest. "I'll even order you a side of sweet and sour chicken."

"And I'll make sure that half my pizza is only pepperoni," Sebastian said, checking the menu in front of him. "Or do you feel like pasta?"

"Feeling like some chips, love?" Tom called, looking over the menu for his favorite burger joint. "And if you're nice I'll let you have a bite of my burger."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm capable of ordering my own food, guys." And yet, they all knew that I liked a little of each of theirs. I knew, for instance, that Chris wouldn't just get me a side of chicken, he'd also order at least one of my other favorites to share. And Sebastian would make sure that no onions or other toppings I found gross would touch a piece of the pizza he handed me. And Tom would get his burger well done, even though he preferred it rarer, and he'd also get the toppings on the side. Just so they'd be able to share with me. I stared at the menu in my hand. What did I have a taste for?

I decided on a turkey and cheese panini and picked up my phone to place our orders. Choosing mine first, I moved to the best Chinese place in town and handed my phone to Chris. He placed his order, and then passed the phone to Tom. After his order was placed, Sebastian got his turn. Before I could reach out my hand for the phone, Sebastian opened the payment part and tapped in his card information. I rolled my eyes, spoiling me again, I see.

"There," he said, smirking up at me as he handed me back my phone. "Done."

I leaned back against the sofa cushions and couldn't help but laugh quietly. I felt their eyes focus on me, and laughed louder. "Dear Lord."

"What's so funny, Tes?" Chris asked, moving closer and laying down so his head was situated in my lap. My hands automatically found his hair, even without looking at him I knew he was closing his eyes at the feeling of my fingers sliding through the silky strands.

Sebastian nudged my leg with his shoulder. "Yep, sharing is caring, girl." He said, as I could picture the tip of his tongue flicking out to lick his lips.

"If you don't tell us," Tom's lyrical accent floated over me as he spoke from the recliner. "We'll have to assume the worst, love."

I rolled my eyes, as I sat staring up at the ceiling. My fingers were still running through Chris' hair, and the comfort I felt from Sebastian's weight against my legs was something that I don't think I could articulate. Knowing that Tom sat nearby and watching was comforting too. Who knew that one bad day would end up with all this?

"Well, I was actually thinking about the day we met." I heard them all give a chuckle at the memory. "And how odd it ended up like this."

I felt Chris shift on my lap so he could cup his hand around my cheek and make me look down at him. "Why is it weird how we've ended up?" He asked, his blue eyes soft from the feeling of my fingers still running through his hair. I'm not sure I would ever fully get used to the soft beard he was wearing now, but it made him look older and more wise than the first time we met.

Sebastian's hand cupped my ankle, and I looked down at him. "It's not," he answered for me. "She just didn't think we'd stick around after the first night." He winked when I smiled down at his perceptiveness.

"Who wouldn't stick around after a woman like you drank us all under the table, then woke up feeling better than the three of us stuck together?" Tom asked, giving me a breathtaking smile.

I laughed again, this time with all the warmth that I felt from them. These three were amazing, and I kept waiting for them to introduce me to a new girlfriend, or tell me they'd found the one. Who wouldn't scoop one of them up?

Instead, I fielded the anxious phone calls about fans pushing their way to them and touching them without their permission. The fans who couldn't seem to get that the three of them were flesh and blood people.

I don't know how many texts I got from Tom telling me that another person asked him to demand that they "kneel". Which would lead to a phone call with me telling him he was so much more than Loki, but that because he was a tremendous performer people couldn't help but be intrigued.

Or when Sebastian would send me a voicemail of another set of fans finding out where he jogged in NY and would have to find another route. I'd call back and hear the strain in his voice. He wanted the familiarity of his routine and people kept undoing it. His anxiety would be fierce, but I'd talk him down from it, reminding him of all the places he'd shown me during a trip to the city. A new route would mean a new perspective. That couldn't be all bad news.

And Chris, God poor Chris. He'd call after another meet and greet, or flight and tell me about the fans who would grab him without permission or warning. That they would expect him to smile through and go with it. As though he were a cardboard cutout and not a person with a beating heart. It took longer to get him calmed, the crushing fear that he'd alienate fans mingled with the crippling anxiety of being groped by strangers. Telling him how he was so soft and sweet that people felt relaxed around him to the point of being inappropriate, but tinged with my assurance that they were terrible for assuming his consent. And that I'd beat any ass that did it in my presence.

The three of them, and me, tangled in calls and texts all trying to keep the others sane. Because I texted my fair share of angst and frustration. To Chris when they wanted to cast a clearly unsuitable actor in a part that I couldn't let go of. Or Sebastian talking me down when I got so pissed at the location scout for insinuating that I couldn't possibly understand why it was acceptable to change the entire vision I'd created so he could make his job easier. And Tom, the late night call when I woke up drenched in sweat at the fear that I'd sold out.

We helped one another through everything. Yet, not one of us seemed to be finding an actual partner for life. Did we date people? Of course, but inevitably the evening would end with a phone call to me, to Chris, to Sebastian, to Tom, or if it were truly horrific, a conference call of epic proportions where we commiserate at the horrible event. What was I going to do when they each found their mate?

I sighed. We were all locked in our own thoughts, and I looked around as they contemplated. "When will each of you find the girl for you?" I whispered, half wish, half worry.

I felt the vibration of Chris' chuckle. "Who says we haven't?" I glanced down into his dark blue eyes.

Rolling my eyes, I slapped his shoulder. Not this again, I thought. At least a few times a month, one of them would say that I was the girl for him, them. Right, I thought, three of you and one of me. Sweethearts, but full of shit. "Uh huh." I said, shaking my head. "Sure you have. Get off me, I'm going to grab plates." I wiggled and he raised his head from my lap so I could move. I felt Sebastian's hand release my ankle and I tapped Tom on the shoulder as I moved to the kitchen.

I heard them whispering between themselves while I gathered napkins, plates, and silverware. "Do you guys need more ice?" I called, listening as they stopped talking. "Or do any of you want a beer?"

"We'll grab the drinks," Chris offered, moving to the kitchen. "You can set the coffee table." He winked.

I smirked and took my burden into the living room. The other two had followed behind Chris and I could hear their whispers restart. "Hey! Could one of you bring me some ice and tea?"

"Will do." Sebastian's voice called, then the whispers again.

Another woman might be worried or irritated by the whispered conversations that the three of them actively had just outside my presence, but it felt normal to me. Hell, they'd been doing it since day one, hadn't they? When they started their chattering monkey routine, I'd just grab a notepad or my laptop and jot down any story ideas that popped into my head. Sometimes I'd read a book. Men deserve their privacy as much as women, after all.

The doorbell rang and I heard Sebastian tromp to the front of the house to answer. He'd paid, after all. Chris and Tom carried in the drinks while I'd managed to set out our plates, napkins, and silverware on the wide coffee table in front of the sofa.

Meals with the three of them were always the same. Whether we sat on the floor, or at the dining room table, each of us took a side. Then the food would be separated, and as I sat, they'd start slipping me the treats they chose for me. In this instance, Chris had gotten me small orders of both sweet and sour chicken and chicken and broccoli, Sebastian placed a perfect slice of pizza on my plate, and Tom handed me half of his fries. Seriously, how did one woman get this damn lucky?

"Anyone want," I started to offer some of my panini, but they all shook their heads.

"It's a little too-" Sebastian began, and Chris finished, "like the shit we have to eat every day."

I laughed, damn it, they were right. I should start remembering that the weekends spent together were cheat days. At least I remembered to stock up their favorite desserts. "If you're all good," I offered, a twinkle in my eye, "then I think the dessert fairy came yesterday."

They all chuckled. I doted on them as much as they did me. So the fridge had ice cream, pies, and cake. The cookie jar held fresh baked cookies. And the candy drawer had been restocked with their favorite stuff.

We chatted about everything and nothing. Eating and joking like the family we'd become. I definitely felt like it was just another weekend spent with my boys. And boy was I wrong.