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My mood dimmed. Home. Fuck, I did not want to go back there, but I did need to check on my mom. She’d been passed out on the couch when I left the house earlier, and I needed to make sure she was still alive and hadn’t overdosed while I was gone.
One day, I’d stop caring about a woman who didn’t give a shit about me, but I knew that day wasn’t anytime soon. I’d… sort of made peace with that.
I slid off the bed and yanked my shirt off the floor. Spencer followed my lead with a loud groan that made me chuckle. He was adorably overdramatic.
Once my shirt was on, I sat on the side of Ezra’s bed and tugged on my socks before standing back up and slipping my slides back on.
“You ready?” Ezra asked, twirling his keys around his index finger. I grunted in answer. Spencer nodded and pulled his keys out of his jeans pocket. I grabbed his hand in mine and linked our fingers together before following Ezra out of the room.
I wasn’t ready to go home, but I really wasn’t ready to be away from either of them yet. The time we’d spent together today—sex, food, and a movie—was the most at peace I’d felt in a very long time. I probably hadn’t felt this kind of peace since I was a kid, honestly. I didn’t want to let go of it. I didn’t want to lose it.
But I kept all that to myself. Voicing it might alert them that something was going on at home, and they already had seen more than I was comfortable with.
My problems were just that—mine. And I wouldn’t burden them with it. Besides, there were only a few more months until graduation. I’d made it this far; I could make it until then.
“Who do you want to ride with?” Ezra asked me once we were in the garage. The door was already up, and I could see Spencer’s car sitting on the driveway where Ezra had the tow truck driver leave it.
Our boyfriend was rich enough to just have a car towed to his house for no other reason than he didn’t want his boyfriend driving. Fuck, I couldn’t wrap my head around it. If I had that kind of money accessible to me, I could fix so many of my problems. Most of them, really.
“Ride with me,” Spence requested, his hand tightening around mine for a moment. “You’ve got a bit of a ride with Ezra after.”
My lips tilted up at the corners as I looked down at him. “Not ready to be rid of me yet?” I teased.
He shrugged, a light blush stealing over his cheeks. I chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head before looking at Ezra. “Guess I’m riding with him.”
Ezra nodded and opened his car door. I walked with Spencer to his car and opened his door. Once he was seated in the driver’s seat, I walked around the hood and got into the passenger seat, buckling my seatbelt only after Spencer shot me a pointed look.
“Alright, alright,” I grumbled as I clicked the seatbelt into place. I arched my brows at him. “Happy now?”
“Very,” he replied before he followed the circular drive around to the gate. It slowly swung open, and he drove through. Reaching over, I grabbed his hand in mine and laced our fingers together. He glanced at me before focusing back on the dark road in front of us, illuminated only by the orange street lights and his yellow headlights. “You know I’m here if you need to talk about anything,” he said quietly, breaking the comfortable silence between us. “I really wish you had let me put ice on your jaw.”
I shrugged. “It’s just a bruise, pretty boy.”
He sighed but dropped the matter. To him, it wasn’t just a bruise. He wasn’t used to this kind of shit, hadn’t really been exposed to it. And I was glad he hadn’t because it meant he’d had a good childhood. Had been loved and adored exactly as he deserved to be.
One day, this wouldn’t be my normal anymore. But until then, I’d keep it close to my chest and keep deflecting. I was damn near perfect at deflection—second nature, really.
The rest of the ride was quiet. It only took about ten minutes to get to Spencer’s house. The front porch light was on, and an older man with salt and pepper hair was sitting on the front stoop. He looked up when Spencer pulled into the driveway. Spencer waved at him before looking at me. “Come on. You ready to meet my dad?”
I shrugged, eyeing the man who was getting to his feet. “No better time, I guess.”
He snorted. “So enthusiastic.”
A smile cracked across my face. I angled out of the car, and Ezra met us on the drive. Spencer hugged his dad, who had come down the driveway to greet his son. And fuck, the man was hot. It was easy to see where Spencer got his looks from. And if Spencer looked like his dad when he got older…
God fucking help me.
“Dad, this is Logan,” Spencer said, gesturing to me, “and Ezra.” He gestured to Ezra. “I was hanging out with them this afternoon.”
Spencer’s dad shook my hand and then Ezra’s. “Jaxon,” he simply said. “It’s nice to meet you both.”
I rolled my shoulders. “I don’t mean to run,” I spoke up, “but I need to get home before it gets any later.” It was already later than I was happy with. I didn’t want Ezra in my neighborhood at this time of night, but I knew there wasn’t a chance in hell he would let me walk home. I beckoned Spencer to me with a crook of my finger, and he sank into my embrace as soon as my arms folded around him. I dropped a kiss to the top of his head, not caring if his dad was watching us. “I’ll text you when I’m home, okay? And please, for the love of fucking God, don’t come to my house anymore,” I mumbled so his dad wouldn’t overhear me.
Spencer tilted his chin up, frowning at me. Finally, he nodded his head and leaned up a little to press a kiss to my bruised jaw. When he stepped back, Ezra tugged Spencer toward him and leaned down to softly kiss him. “I’ll shoot you a text as well once I’m home,” Ezra assured him. “See you tomorrow?”
Spencer nodded, and Ezra released him. Spencer’s dad looked between us, but there wasn’t any judgment in his eyes.
“I don’t care that the three of you seem to be together,” he started, “but if either of you hurt my son, you’ll have me to deal with. Clear?”
