Page 67 of Frat Ghost Wingman

Slap!

“Of course I like it, but I’m still not messing around.”

I gave him my best pout as I stood up. Zach was fully dressed, his messenger bag slung around his shoulder.

“I can walk with you until Ross if you hurry up.”

I wanted as much time with him as possible – they didn’t call it the honeymoon phase for nothing – so I stuffed my gym bag with some shorts, a tank top and my water bottle, and pulled jeans and a sweatshirt on as fast as I could.

“Ready!”

It wasn’t worth taking the Jeep since parking for second years was scarce. Unfortunately, bikes were out too with the ice. Greek row was gorgeous, being so close to the woods, but it was also on the fringe of campus.

Zach was up so early because the walk would take a bit, plus he was getting breakfast too. Once we split, I’d jog to the gym. We didn’t see anyone else in the house until we made it to the bottom of the stairs.

“Evan?”

He was just about to reach for the door handle when I recognized him.

“What are you doing here so early?”

Zach elbowed me in the stomach. I had no idea why.

“I, uh…crashed here last night.”

“Rough night? You don’t look wrecked.”

“Thanks, I guess.” He ran his fingers through his hair, which was weird. He only did that when he was nervous.

“You should’ve texted me. I could’ve held your hair, kept the vomit out of it.”

“Next time. You guys heading to campus?”

“Yeah, you got class or you want to come to the gym with me? Flush out your system?”

“I don’t have any clothes.”

I patted my bag. “I’ve got extra.”

“It seems I have no more excuses then.”

“Atta boy.”

I reached back for Zach’s gloved hand, which he gave to me, then side-by-side, the three of us walked to campus.

“How’s the relationship going?” Evan asked.

“Good” we both answered.

“We’ve decided to come out,” I said.

“Not like we’re telling everyone we see,” Zach added.

“But we’re not going to hide it.”

Evan sighed. “That’s nice.”

“You okay, hubby?” I put my other arm around him and squeezed.