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In my periphery, Shawn shakes his head, and turns back to the coffee pot.
Will plops down on the stool next to where Waylon stands. Waylon draws up close to him and shoves the mug under his face. “Here you go, Princess.”
I cough back a laugh, bringing my fist to my mouth.
A fresh mug of black coffee appears in front of Waylon, just as Will scowls up at his boyfriend. “Who you calling Princess, Princess?” he grumbles, lifting his mug to his mouth.
Waylon buries his fingers in Will’s sleep-rumpled tawny hair, and I stifle a small smile, hiding it behind my own mug.
Feeling eyes on me, I turn to find Shawn watching me, and swallow the small sip of scalding black coffee.
Something unspoken and heavy passes between us. A sort of grave knowingness that exists separate from the guys next to us, who are lost in their own bubble, content.
We’re happy for them. Unbelievably happy. Those two have been through far too much shit to get where they are, and I know without a doubt Shawn and I would be the first to stand in front of them if any new threat came their way.
But sometimes…
Sometimes it feels like…like it’s not over. Like something is coming. Something big. Life-altering.
Good or bad, though…
Well that remains to be seen.
But I hope good. We deserve some good.
“You could’ve slept in,” I hear Waylon say dryly. I don’t hear Will’s response, but a moment later I hear more footsteps from upstairs—two sets—and my chest twinges at the reminder Jeremy left.
I clear my throat. “Jer took off early. Caught the bus back to Allentown.” It’s summer break, but since he moved from dorms to off-campus housing, he stays year-round.
Waylon turns toward me, frowning. “What? Why?”
Will lifts his head, meeting my gaze. He drags his attention to his boyfriend. “Yeah, I woke up to a text from him. He said he got a call from his landlord. Something about a leaky pipe.” He shrugs.
Waylon’s frown deepens. “Seriously?”
I still.
Shit. Will wouldn’t fucking lie to him, would he?
And why…
Will’s tired blue gaze finds mine when he says, “I don’t know, that’s just what he told me.”
Oh.
Jeremy lied tohim… and he knows it.
He also seems to knowwhy…
But how much does he know?That’s the question.
Clearing my throat, I pick up my coffee, and say, “Gonna go grab a shower.”
“Hey, Mase,” Waylon says just as I reach the hallway.
I look over my shoulder. “Yeah?”
“He’ll come around.”
