My whole body tightens.
I turn to Finn. “I’m making sure he doesn’t fall on his head if the bus turns again.”
“We are on a flat highway headed for NYC,” Finn says. “There are no turns in two hundred miles!”
“I think it’s sweet,” Noah whispers.
“Axel does too.” Finn smirks. “That’s why he’s hard.”
I wince.
Okay, technically I am hard. Mount Everest has made an appearance.
I need a disguise. Fuck.
I turn back to Sebastian. I point at his neck.
He freezes and removes his scarf and hands it to me. It smells faintly of expensive cologne, and I place it carefully over my lap.
“You decorated your bulge with rainbows?” Finn asks, incredulous.
I glance down. I guess it is. “I don’t want to startle Daniela if she comes down the aisle.”
“I’m pretty sure she’s seen an erection before.”
“She doesn’t need to see mine,” I whisper daintily.
“Dude, just admit you’re in a relationship with him. You don’t need to pull the whole pretending to hate him act.”
“I do hate him,” I say, affronted. “I wouldn’t pretend something like that.”
Because the thing is, when things between Enzo and me were good, it was the most amazing thing in the world. I would never have pretended to hate him when I didn’t. No way.
“And he hates me,” I say. “Mutual hatred.”
“People who hate each other don’t put their heads in the laps of their enemies,” Noah says. “Easy access to the neck.”
I blink.
“This isn’t the medieval ages,” I whisper. “No one has swords strapped to their hips anymore.”
“That would be so cool,” Luke says dreamily.
Sebastian looks concerned.
Sebastian used to be bullied in school. Maybe that’s why he was so quick at giving me his things. He’s still jumpy around jocks.
I’m going to have to apologize to him properly when we stop.
Noah and Finn giggle, then watch a video on their iPad together.
I was planning on watching a video on my iPad. In fact, I’d downloaded a lot of them. There’s a new season of a fantasy show I’ve been watching I’ve already watched the first episode, and though nothing is as awesome as theLord of the Rings, I’m so going to watch every episode. It’s the sort of thing Enzo would have loved.
My iPad is in my backpack, and I would definitely wake up Enzo if I reached for it. And if there’s one thing I’ve noticed from his few days here, is that he definitely needs his sleep.
My AirPods are in the seat flap in front of me. I could maybe reach it without waking him and just listen to music or a podcast.
Still, there’s a chance if I move even that much, I’ll wake Enzo up… and I don’t want to do so. Instead I’m still holding Enzo in my lap, as he snores.
