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“Then let’s go get ice cream or something. Come on. We haven’t hung out in a long time.” I’m frantically pulling my clothes on as I talk.
“I’m not in the mood,” she mutters quietly.
“I don’t care. I’ll be there in fifteen. Be ready.” With that, I hang up, and rush toward the door.
Maggie is sitting on the bed as she watches me. Before leaving, I spin and look at her. She’s staring at me with a tense, uncomfortable-looking smile.
“I’m sorry. I have to—"
“Go,” she replies.
“Come with me,” I say before really thinking about it.
She tilts her head. “We can’t be seen together like that, Beau. Charlie would know and then your dad would know.”
Fuck, she’s right. God, I hate this. Maggie is not some dirty secret, and I don’t give a shit about my dad knowing anymore, but I still can’t seem to work up the guts to let it out of the bag just yet.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble again.
“Don’t be. Just go.”
Before I can leave, I rush back to the bed and plant a kiss on her lips, pulling her close and feeling her hum against my chest.
Then, I run down to my car and leave.
* * *
Sophie is standing outsideand I can tell by her posture that she’s in a bad mood. Her shoulders are slumped and her hands are tucked inside her sweatshirt.
As I pull up, she climbs in without a word and won’t look at me as she buckles up.
“Hey, kid. Why so glum?”
She shrugs. “I’m fine.”
“Look, I’m sorry for missing game night lately. I’ve been busy.” When she glances up at me, I feel a wave of guilt wash over me. Getting bossed around by my Domme hardly seems like a good enough reason for not responding to her messages.
“I’m quitting D&D,” she replies.
“What? Why?”
“Because I think Kyle is going to break up with me,” she mutters into the sleeve of her sweatshirt. My fingers tighten around the steering wheel and my blood starts to boil. If that little asshole gave her any shit or treated her different than he would other girls, I swear to God, I’ll kick his ass.
“I didn’t know you were dating him. Fuck, I didn’t know you were dating at all. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
“Why? Because I’m trans I can’t date?”
Well, that felt like a straight slap across my face. My brow furrows as I shake my head. “I didn’t say that. Of course you can. I just know how guys are, okay? And they’re all selfish dickheads.”
“Takes one to know one,” she retorts with a smug expression.
“I deserve that,” I reply, nudging her shoulder. “Okay, so wait a second. What makes you think Kyle wants to break up with you?”
She shrugs, sadly chewing on her nails. “He just doesn’t respond to my texts.”
“That little asshole. Let’s go to that game night and kick his ass.”
With a roll of her eyes, she shakes her head. “No.”
