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I give the steering wheel a hard tap with my clenched fist. “I honestly don’t know. But we’d be together. I don’t want to give you up.”
“I don’t want to give you up, either,” she says, her voice shifting from soft to husky. “I can be your dirty little secret.”
A smile finds its way to my lips and I sink into my seat. “I’m in my car outside Danny’s Gym. If you start dirty talking, I’m hanging up on you.”
Ashley laughs. “You wouldn’t.”
She’s right. I’d let her talk while breaking every traffic law to get home so I could jerk off to her voice. Which wouldn’t help my image right now. “Do you think you can come over tonight without being followed?”
“Mm. I have a few wigs. Maybe those glasses with the fake nose and mustache will help.”
It’s my turn to laugh. Not ten minutes ago, laughter was impossible. “Yes to the wigs, no to the fake mustache. Why don’t you pack enough clothes for a few weeks and hide out at my house? Sound good?”
“As long as I have you.”
“You have. But Ash, the only other person who can know about this is David. No one else, not my team, not Wendy, not Lea, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too.” She hesitates. “It’s not going to be forever, right?”
“No, baby. Not forever.” The lie slips off my tongue way too easily.
Chapter twenty-five
Ashley
Gabe’snothome.He’sbusy with work. I don’t even know what he’s doing today, or when he’ll be back. I wander around his huge house feeling like the dirty little secret that I joked yesterday about.
It’s not funny though. It feels like shit.
My phone dings.
I’m so sorry, babe. Want to come over and get drunk? Burn his effigy?
Wendy
Our breakup was announced last night, so I’ve been expecting this text. Doesn’t make it easier.
Maybe next week.
me
Also—aww, baby’s first sex tape!! How have you not done one before this?
Wendy
I don’t know, but I do not recommend it. That hidden camera was incredibly unflattering.
me
Oddly enough, I don’t give a fuck about the sex tape. At least the sex we were caught having wasn’t the intimate, meaningful kind. I feel less violated, less exposed that way, and I refuse to feel small or shamed over sex.
There are better nudes of me out on the internet—ones I posed for—so I spend a few minutes redirecting my social media to those old links. Let the trolls salivate over that.
What I hate is what this has done to me and Gabe, hurting him and forcing us into secrecy. I can’t even tell my secret best friend that I have a secret boyfriend.
