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Fletcher
Conan looked as good as ever when he hopped down from his big rig, his steel-toed boots thumping on the asphalt. Dad was heading to the airport, and since there was a truck stop on the way that Conan could meet at, Dad was dropping me off here with him. Like I was just a piece of luggage or something to trade off to his best friend instead of a living, breathing human being with his own wants and needs.
“Thanks for doing this for me, Conan,” Dad said, drawing Conan into a hug.
When they separated, Conan shrugged. “It’s not a big deal, man. It’ll be nice to have some company on the road for once anyway.” He smiled at me, and my breath caught in my throat. God, why did he have to be so damn handsome when he smiled? “Hopefully, you won’t grow sick of it too quickly. Or of me,” he teased me.
Highly unlikely.
Especially since he had no idea that I was basically obsessed with him. Yeah, I’d gotten around in high school—mostly behind my dad’s back because God forbid Dad found out I was having sex, even if I was just fucking other guys—but nothing ever lasted because I just kept comparing everyone to Conan, and that wasn’t fair to them.
Hell, it wasn’t really fair to myself either, but I just couldn’t help making myself fucking miserable over a man I’d never be lucky enough to have. Because fuck, if I everdidget the chance to have him as mine, I’d cherish the hell out of him. I’d make sure he never wanted to let me go.
I smiled a little because I just couldn’t damn help myself when I was around him. Sure, I was nervous as hell to be stuck in a big rig with him for the next two weeks, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but be a little bit happy now that I was face-to-face with him. Because man, getting to see his perfect face every freaking day? Every time I woke up? Every night before I went to sleep?
Yes, please.
“I doubt I’ll get tired of it or you,” I chuckled. Clearing my throat, I looked at Dad. “Can you pop the trunk so I can grab my bag? I know you need to get on to the airport.”
He looked down at his watch and grimaced. Quickly, he pressed the button for the trunk on his key fob, and I rounded the car to open it, grabbing my bag out and shutting it after. Dad sighed and wrapped me in a hug once I was beside him. I bit back a weary sigh and hugged him back with one arm since my other one was occupied with my suitcase.
I knew he thought he was doing the best thing, but sometimes, he got blinded by his own wants and needs and failed to see my own.
“Take care, you hear me? I’ll check in as I get time or when I think you won’t be in a weird time zone.”
I nodded and stepped back. “Okay, Dad. Take care, yeah?”
He ruffled my hair, making me grit my teeth.God, when would he ever stop treating me like a freaking kid?
“I will. You, too, alright? I love you.”
“Love you, too, Dad,” I mumbled as I reached up to flatten my dark curls. No doubt they were frizzy now. It didn’t take much.
Dad looked at Conan. “Take care of my boy, you hear?”
Conan’s lips twitched, but he managed to bite back his amusement. “You know I will, Tyler. He’s safe with me. Have a safe flight.”
Ugh, I didnotwant to besafewith Conan. I wanted to be absolutely filthy and dirty and do things we shouldneverdo together.
Dad waved and slid into the driver’s seat of his car. We watched him leave, not speaking a word until his car disappeared from sight. Once it did, I sighed, my shoulders drooping.
“I’m sorry you got saddled with me,” I muttered.
“It’s not like that, Fletcher,” he told me, his tone softening. He grabbed my bag from me and led me to the passenger side of the truck. After opening the door, he gestured for me to climb up. Once I was inside the cab, I took a look around.
And had to bite back a groan at the sight of theone bed.
Fuck. My. Life.
This wasnothappening to me, was it? Oh, God, I was going to panic. Freak out. My lungs were already tightening. Breathing was a fucking joke right now.
“Oh, don’t worry about the bed,” Conan said, gently squeezing my shoulder as if I wasn’t currently having a fucking internal crisis. “We can take turns sleeping. No biggie.”
“No bunk bed?” I managed to get out. How Conan couldn’t tell that I was on the verge of panicking, I did not know.
“Oh, no.” He frowned a little. “I took it out. It’s only ever been just me.” He turned to face me. “But seriously, Fletcher, we’ll just take turns. It’s not a big deal. Promise.”
