"I will end you."
Ethan appears, dropping onto the couch beside us. "Oh, is Gavin doing the carrying thing?"
"The what?”
"The carrying thing." Ethan's grinning. "He carried me across campus once when I really needed to get to Tyler."
Tyler settles next to Ethan, pulling him into his lap easily. "It's kind of a thing with us. Carrying our—" He pauses, smiling. "—our perfectly sized men around."
"Perfectly sized?!”
Gavin and Tyler fist-bump over my head.
"I hate all of you," I announce.
"No, you don't." Gavin kisses my temple. "You love it."
The worst part is, I kind of do. Being manhandled by a six-foot-four golden boyfriend shouldn't be this enjoyable.
"I'm only tolerating this because you're warm," I grumble.
"Sure, Doc." Gavin's smile is blinding. "Whatever you say."
Ethan catches my eye, and we share a quick look that says it all. Two small guys who are absolutely gone for their ridiculous, carrying-obsessed, oversized boyfriends.
"You get used to it," Tyler offers.
"Do I have a choice?"
"Not really, no."
Gavin's laugh vibrates through me. "I'll make it up to you. Promise."
"You'd better."
"Starting tonight." His hand slides down my back. "Multiple times."
"Damn right you will."
He opens his mouth to respond, but someone across the room drops a cup, and Rex yells something about Grogu's honor, and just like that, the moment's gone.
Gavin sighs against my neck. "Never a dull moment."
"Is it always like this?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
I should probably run. Instead, I settle deeper into his lap.
Idiot. I'm such an idiot.
Chapter 25
What Courage Feels Like
Gavin
Tyler's got his feet up on his desk, pretending to study while I toss a football at his ceiling. Catch. Toss. Catch. Toss.
