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The day of my actual discharge, Ron showed up with a reluctant Mark in tow.
My friend is now wearing red lenses, and I tell him that he is too old for that color.
He just shows me the middle finger and tells me that I wish I could pull off that look.
Zayn is getting my things together, and Mark is outside the room.
“So,” I ask, quietly. “Did you ever confront Mark over the things you found in his suitcase?”
Ron looks uneasy. “I did. I might have given it away while I was all drugged up. He said he was holding it for a friend.”
I snort. “That’s a lame excuse.”
Ron winces. “I might have asked him if he was a spy.”
“You didn’t!”
The mortification on his face tells me that Mark is still holding that over his head.
“He thought it was the cutest thing he ever heard.” He buries his face in his hands. “Then he asked me if I wanted him to dress up in a tuxedo and role play as James Bond.”
I can’t help but laugh at that.
“Oh, that sounds absolutely terrible,” I console him, grinning.
“Shut up,” he says miserably, his cheeks red.
I gape at him. “You let him?”
“He’s incredibly hot, Eve! How could I say no to that?”
Zayn walks into the room to see me laughing like a loon and Ron’s face red as a button.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
“Eve’s a terrible person!” Rob scowls at him.
When I just laugh harder, he makes a face. “Like you and Zayn don’t have your weird sex games.”
That sobers me up. “Hey, don’t drag my man into this. Besides, his sex games are normal.”
Zayn looks offended now. “That’s hardly flattering, darling. I can be freaky if you want me to be.”
“See!” Ron gestures, triumph in his voice.
I am about to open my mouth when Elijah strolls in, casually.
“Elijah.”
“Elijah?”
Hearing the puzzled disbelief in Ron’s voice has me blinking. “Wait, what? How do you know who he is?”
To my knowledge, Ron never met Elijah.
Elijah stares at Ron before flicking a glance over to where Zayn is standing, a frown on his face.
“Ah,” Ron looks at me and then back at the older man. “Ah, he’s my sponsor. Put me through art school and then set me up in the apartment.”
