Jacob: What’re you wearing? ;)
I actually bark out a laugh, head tipping back against the headboard. He’s such a ridiculous, flirty little shit. Hot, nerdy, andmine.
Holy fuck. Yeah, he’s mine. I know it’s new. I’m not stupid enough to think I’m ready to come out to the entire world but I know that I would if he wanted that. Honestly there’s just something about him that makes me feel so fucking safe.
Griffin: What would you say if I had nothing on?
I’ve barely hit send before the door slams open with a bang, crashing against the wall loud enough to make me jump.
“Jesusfuck-”
Mack storms in like he owns the place with zero warning and definitely without fucking knocking. My heart lurches in my chest, and for one split second, I thank every god in existence that I’m fully clothed and not naked like I just told Jake.
Because if he’d walked in two minutes later? Yeah. This would be a very different story.
I slap the phone face-down on my chest and glare. “Ever heard of knocking?”
Mack smirks like the smug little shit he is and tosses out, “What? Am I interrupting a self-love session?”
I roll my eyes but can’t stop the small grin tugging at the corner of my mouth. “No, dick.”
He laughs, loud and unbothered, then lumbers across my room like a caveman who owns the place, flopping his oversized ass into my desk chair like it’s a throne. He spins once, then props his feet on the edge of my bed like he belongs here.
“So,” he says, cocking an eyebrow, “just texting your secret boyfriend?”
I roll my eyes again, but this time, I don’t bother with a denial. I just shrug and nod once.
His eyes light up, and he lets out another sharp laugh. “How is our Jacob doing?”
Everything in my body tenses.
It feels like the room hits pause and all the air just disappears. I look at him, wide-eyed, throat tight, every thought in my brain slamming into a wall.
“You…what?”
Mack just grins, like he’s been waiting to drop that grenade all damn day. “Come on, man. I’m not blind.”
I stare, heart pounding like a drum. “How the fuck do you know?”
He shrugs. “You’re not subtle. And neither is he, honestly. I’ve seen the way you look at him. The way he gets weirdlyflustered around you. Plus, you practically eye-fucked each other at practice yesterday.”
I blink.
Speechless. I’ve completely lost the ability to speak. Nope, there’s nothing I can say.
He leans back, all casual and chill like he didn’t just rip the rug out from under me. “I figured you two would either start making out or kill each other. Guess we know which one won.”
I stare a second longer, trying to make my brain work again.
“You’re... cool with it?”
Mack scoffs. “Bro, I don’t give a shit who you’re fucking, as long as he’s not a serial killer.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. My shoulders sag, and I flop back against the mattress, eyes on the ceiling, heart still hammering like I just ran a mile uphill.
“Jesus.”
Mack chuckles. “You’re lucky he’s hot. You guys would be annoying as hell if you weren’t cute.”
