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“Stop it. You’d be lost without Trace.”
“Okay, yeah, so maybe that’s true. But she also makes me stay home on the weekends and watch home renovation shows. Man, I used to tear the town up. Now I’m watching some random woman trying to pick out tiles for her shower.” He runs a hand through his dark hair, blowing out a slow puff of air.
“Trust me, tearing up the town isn’t as fun as it used to be. Everyone has to grow up eventually.”
“Except you, apparently.” He gives me a knowing look. “So who was she this time?”
“You’ve met her, actually.”
His eyebrows shoot up in question.
“At my birthday party,” I remind him. “Gorgeous blonde. Big blue eyes.”
“Oh, trust me, I remember.”
I have the sudden urge to take him by the collar of his freshly pressed button-down and tell him he better keep his fucking eyes to himself. The reaction comes on so fast and strong that I have to take a moment to collect my shit.
What the actual fuck...
“So are you two like a thing?” He gives me a curious look.
“Something like that,” I confirm with a stiff nod.
What can I say? I’m a guy and guys aren’t really known for sharing many details.
“Well, fuck me.” He leans back, a wide smile on his face.
“What?” I try to act like I don’t know why he’s looking at me the way he is.
“Could it be?TheRemington Barnett has finally met someone?”
“Why do you say it like that?TheRemington Barnett,” I mock him.
“Dude, no offense, but if I had a dime for every woman you’ve fucked, I’d be rich.”
“You act like I’ve stuck my dick inside of every woman in the city.”
“Maybe not every...” He laughs.
Okay, so yeah, I’ve gotten around. One-night stands were kinda my forte because it was the only way to get my dick wet without forming any kind of emotional connection to another person. When you think you’ve already found your person, you stop looking for anything else.
But, turns out, the joke was on me. Because my person didn’t turn out to be my person at all, but my brother’s. Which is about as fucked as it sounds. I mean, obviously we’re all good now, but yeah, a lot of my twenties were wasted spinning my wheels because I thought I already had it all figured out.
The last five years, though, it’s not like I haven’t tried. I just haven’t met anyone I was even remotely excited about. Until now, that is.
“Fuck you,” I bite.
“Seriously, though, bro. Are you two like actually dating?”
“We are.”
“Well, fuck me.” He slaps his knee. “Guess I don’t have to wonder why you two ran off yesterday then. I can use my imagination.” He lifts his eyebrows suggestively.
“I would rather you not,” I tell him pointedly.
“We should go out on a double. Trace would love that. She’s always complaining that I need more grown-up friends since most of mine are single.”
“Let’s give it a bit, yeah? I mean, we literally just made it official yesterday. I’d rather not throw her into the fire first thing.”
