The memory of her pert titties bouncing in my face as she rode me last night sneaks into my mind like a demon, forcing me to remember every moment.
I’d told her I still loved her.
She’d told me to stop fighting it; what was I waiting for, someone better?
The idea is hilarious.
There’s no one more right for me than Lorena.
But it is too passionate between us; we’re too alike in that way. Both dominant, both fiery, needing to be in control at all times. She plays the game as well as I do, if not better, but I’m not sure settling down is right for either of us.
Crane’s gonna kick my ass.
I frown, checking the time on my phone.
Crane will be here any minute, and I’d better get my head out of my ass and get dressed.
The front door slams, and my best friend's footsteps sound on the stairs, just as I yank my boxers on.
“Alright?” I nod, reaching for a black t-shirt. No doubt we are gonna be going out for food or some shit—the sooner, the better according to my rumbling stomach.
Crane looks like shit, and he sinks down to my bed, a blank expression on his face.
“Crane?”
He doesn’t even look up at me, he just exhales, dropping his head into his hands.
I pause, my eyes running from him to the closet, and I decide it will be better to grab some pants before approaching Crane.
“What’s up?” I ask, letting my shirt fall over my waistband.
“I’ve left,” Crane mutters so quietly I’m unsure I’ve heard him right.
Crane's home life is shitty, as far as I know, but he’s always stayed for his mom.
“Huh?”
“I’ve left,” Crane repeats, pursing his lips together.
My stomach drops, and I instantly worry something has happened to his mom.
His dad is a drinker, and he gets handsy when he goes too far, which is every fucking weekend if history is anything to go by. I let my gaze sweep over Crane, and I notice the graze on his cheek and the bruise that’s forming under his left eye.
“Is your mom okay?” I ask, and he nods, his eyes closing as he exhales again.
“She’s told me to move to campus and said that the money she’s got will be enough…”
I cringe, knowing the money isn’t anywhere near enough.
The whole reason we’ve stayed at home is because I wasn’t leaving Crane, and he wasn’t in a position to leave his mom.
Sure, I could’ve shared with some random person, but Crane is like a brother to me. The college experience is something I can’t do without him, despite the long ass journeys there and back every damn day.
“I wondered if I could stay here for a few nights, just until I get my shit together.”
I’m nodding before he’s finished, eager for him to know I’ve got his back.
“You don’t have to ask,” I remind him, clearing my throat. “Mom and Dad won’t mind, and we can get the spare room set up. It’s full of Dad’s old shit anyway; it’s not like it’s being used.”
