“Gray’s character profile says it. And you were kissing him at the draft, so—”
“We didn’t kiss at the draft,” Reece squeaked. “Ah, just forget it.”
“Wait! Can I have your autograph? Or a picture?”
Reece relented, signing the guy’s shirt but refused a picture and closed the door on him as soon as he could, making sure to lock it behind himself.
While he ate, he took some time to text Alex and Declan, and then his sisters to let them know he was home safe. He should’ve known they’d all be talking too.
Everyone was.
Even Harrison, who Reece happened to run into later that day at the grocery store.
“Well, if it ain’t Reecey.”
“Harrison…” Reece gripped the handles of his basket tighter and turned to face him, that sinister grin, the way he slid his hands in his pockets.
“Guess you liked that jacket I gave you, huh?”
“Oh—that… Nicky threw it out.”
“Wha—that mother fucker again. He thinks he’s hot shit just because he got into the NBA. Well, I’m better than he’ll ever be.”
“Where?” Reece asked, giving him a short once-over.
“For one, I’m here and he ain’t,” he said, stepping closer to Reece, who stood his ground but leaned back a bit. “And I got what you need.”
“No thanks,” Reece said. “You’re not my type, and I’m waiting for Nicky.”
Harrison ignored what he said and slipped an arm around him, getting a handful of Reece’s ass before Reece could shove him away with an elbow.
“What the hell! See! You better leave me alone. If Nicky knew—”
“He’s far away from here. Too fucking far to be what you need him to be.”
“I won’t let you walk all over me, Harrison. But thank you for showing your true colors as usual.”
Reece walked off before things could go any further, opting to take a cab to another grocery store so he could shop in peace.
He was just walking into his apartment an hour later when his phone rang.
It was Nick.
Reece wanted to cry just seeing his name.
“Nicky?”
“Hey, Kitten… Mornin’.”
“Morning,” Reece replied with a watery smile.
“What’s wrong?”
How did he know? “N-nothing. Did you sleep well?”
“Enough. What happened?”
“Ugh. It’s nothing, Nicky. I just ran into Harrison a bit ago and he—”
