“A picture?” I asked. “Of what?”
“Her body,” Rome said. “Have you never received a topless picture of a woman before?”
I gritted my teeth. “You guys are bad influences.”
“Fuck yes, we are,” Sebastian said. “Come on, man. Have some fun in life. Have more whiskey. Let’s see her tits.”
I shook my head, smiling. Actually smiling.
The whiskey in my head suggested I listen to the guys.
Why not?
“Fuck it,” I whispered.
Hey, love. How about a picture? I almost forget the way you look - and taste. And I don’t want just a picture of your face either, love.
Jago whistled when I sent the text.
He didn’t read that one out loud.
“How’d that go?” Henry asked.
“Can’t believe I just did that,” I said. “You guys are all assholes.”
“Sure we are,” Rome said. He rubbed his hands together. “But in just a few seconds, we’re going to be looking at some boobies.”
“Boobies?” Joe asked. “How old are you?”
Rome smacked his lips together.
“Okay, I’m not showing any of you a picture of Hazel,” I said. “That’s not right to do.”
“Oh, you’re a man of honor now?” Jago asked.
My phone vibrated.
Rome lunged forward and grabbed my phone.
I jumped up and grabbed my chair, ready to swing it and take Rome’s head off.
“Holy shit,” Rome said.
He turned around, his face pale.
I held the chair in the air.
Rome handed me my phone back. “Guys, we need to give Atlas some space. For a second or two.”
I dropped the chair and looked at my phone.
Hazel did send me a picture.
But it wasn’t of her face.
It wasn’t of her breasts either.
It was a picture of a positive pregnancy test.