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I miss my boys. I laugh to myself.
Me: I’m being serious. Have they?
Neither of them answers me.
Me: I’m asking a serious question here, lads. I need your advice.
Owen: Aw, fuck it, yes, and if the question is, did I enjoy it? That’s a big yes too.
Jacob: It’s not for me, boys, I’m afraid. The girl who did that to me didn’t lube me up, and I wasn’t expecting it. A bit like this conversation.
Owen: Yowsers.
Jacob: Feel the burn.
Jacob and Owen have been my friends since junior school and I love them like they are my brothers. They may not be blood brothers, but I spent every day with them growing up, playing conkers, riding our bikes, hunting for crabs on the beach. Summer vacations were the best.
We even went to the same university together. We all studied different business subjects, but we stuck together through thick and thin, finally graduating and then working for our family businesses. Jacob works for his father’s branding and design agency, Baxter and Bain Branding, as an account executive while Owen is a finance director for his father’s printing services company, Castleview Printing Press. Jacob’s family have used Owen’s print house for years and they work closely together. As does our hotel, we use both businesses for all our branding and printing needs. They are my boys in every way.
Owen: Wait, hold that thought. Did you break your sabbatical?
Jacob: Jesus Christ, I pity the girl who took your newfound virginity. You must have fucking exploded.
Owen: Is she still alive?
Jacob: You’re due me one hundred pounds, Owen. I knew he wouldn’t last.
Owen: Fuck off, we didn’t shake on it.
Jacob: Asshole.
Me: Shut up, you two. So it’s all good, right? The finger up the butt thing. I don’t know what the hell she did to me, but it was fucking epic. I can’t stop thinking about it and her.
Jacob: Sounds like one hell of a one-night stand.
Me: She’s not a one-night stand.
Owen: Shit, did you catch ‘the feelings’?
Jacob: No fucking way.
Owen: Mr. I’m Going to be Lonely Forever caught feelings, didn’t you? Or you wouldn’t be asking.
Me: She’s different.
Jacob: Explain.
I find a photo from her social media account. There’s one that stood out for me the most when I was doing my research the other night. Long wavy dark hair, to the floor Cadbury-purple silk evening dress, blackcurrant lips, and she’s wearing black patent mile-high heels. I screenshot it and send it to them. That photo makes my dick twitch. Her smile might just be my ruination.
Owen: Where the hell did you meet her?
Jacob: She’s beautiful.
Owen: Way out of your league.
I chuckle to myself. She really is.
Me: I met her at the gym.
