Cruz:
Should I be offended that you’ve asked me to identify drugs for you?
I exhaled, rubbing my hand over my mouth before tapping out a quick reply.
Me:
No. Think about it. I have a total of three people I trust. That’s it. One of them is the golden boy hockey captain. If he knows anything about drugs or medication other than weed and Tylenol, I’d be surprised. Maybe Ava would know but I don’t want to worry her
Cruz:
Should I be worried? Have you been experimenting with unknown substances?
Me:
Fuck off
Cruz:
You’ve been hanging out with Cross for too long. That’s what he’d say
Me:
Can you help me or not?
Cruz:
Yeah
There was nothing else after that, so I shrugged, assuming he’d get back to me later when he was free. But when I left the house, I heard the low purr of an engine, and then Cruz’s car came to a stop at the end of my driveway. The window rolled down, and oh, shit. The way my body reacted when I saw him smirking at me… How the fuck was it possible to be so into three completely different people at the same time?
He came striding down my driveway, pausing when he reached me. “Hi, baby,” he said, leaning in to brush a kiss across my mouth before I had time to react.
“Cruz!” I screeched, shoving him away, my cheeks burning. “Anyone could see you!”
Shooting me an unapologetic grin, he strolled into my house like he owned it. Cursing under my breath, I followed him in, grabbing his hand as soon as the front door was safely closed behind us, and dragged him toward the stairs. He laughed but let himself be dragged along. When we reached the bathroom, he pressed me up against the wall, kissing me until my dick was an iron bar against his thigh and I’d almost forgotten why he’d come here.
“You— Are— What?” I panted as he pulled away from me, and he chuckled.
“Show me the pills.”
“What about—?” I waved my hand in the direction of the obvious bulges in both of our jeans.
“Patience is a virtue, Micah.”
“Cocktease,” I mumbled, and his grin widened. It suddenly struck me just how much he’d changed around me in the timeI’d known him. To have him smile that openly when we first interacted would have been unimaginable. To know he could even smile like that, at anyone…let alone me…
“Pills.” He snapped his fingers in front of my face, and I rubbed my hand over my mouth, shaking my head.
“Yeah. Here.”
“See that number? 512? They’re probably some kind of stimulant,” he said, examining the pills after I’d explained my dad’s strange behavior, and gone into a brief history of my uncle’s problems—the little I knew of it, anyway. “I think he’ll be okay, but want to head to the rink to check on him?”
“Ava might be there,” I said, a smile tugging at my lips. “Gray definitely will be.”
His expression darkened. “Fuck Cross.”
“What happened?”
