“Wow,” he grins. “It’s worse than ever today. What’s the matter, Sethele?” he mocks, pinching my legs. I jerk away, but hewraps his hands around each of my ankles and then climbs on top to hold them down.
“Dude! Get off!” I squeal, my hoarse voice breaking on the high note. But he just laughs, pinching my thighs instead and—fuck, please don’t get hard!
Don’t get hard! Don’t get hard!
But his hands are right there, and I’m wearing sweats, and even if it hurts like hell when he pinches the insides of my thighs—his hands are on the insides of my thighs,and I’m hungover, and horny and miserable.
“Kade!” I howl, trying to push him away, but dude’s been spending lockdown in a gym, and I’m fucking toast. I’m a stick compared to him. I've got nothing.
But then he stops, and I stop breathing because I don’t know if he stopped because he felt my hard-on, or because he came to his senses. He’s laughing though, so—
“You’re so fucking touchy when you’re hungover,” he says, climbing off of me.
“I’mtouchy? You just had your hands all over me, and that’s the word you chose?”
“Fine. You’re greedy.”
“Excuse me?” I sit up, discreetly placing a pillow in my lap, urging my boner to die.
“You’ve got two best friends, dude, fucking cheer up!” he chuckles.
I scoff. “Yeah, well, one of them lives a thousand miles from here, and the other—”is the man of my dreams.I clamp my mouth shut.
He raises his brows expectantly.
“The other’s an asshole,” I chuckle.
He laughs. “Uno reverse! I got you cherry ropes.”
9
Kaden
“Youshouldseeamasseuse.”
I turn around, catching Kit by the back door. His arms are crossed over his red and black flannel shirt, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His black-framed glasses sit on top of his head.
“What?”
“Your posture’s shit, and you keep cracking your neck. You should see a masseuse. Take care of that.” He waves at me.
“I don’t have time,” I say as I shrug my stiff shoulders.
“Liar.”
“Excuse me?”
“That was a lie,” he says, pointing at me. “Which makes you a liar.”
I roll my eyes.
“You’re scared, Kaden. I get it. It’s scary out there.” He nods at the window. “But your life is happening now.”
“Carpe diem, brother.” I nod slowly, knocking my fist against my chest.
He glares at me. “Your sarcasm’s gonna get you killed.”
I tilt my head back and forth. “My money’s either on COVID or your cliché quotes, though.”
