Watchful brown eyes.
A softness to his gaze.
And it’s … aimed at me.
Instead of malice or hate shining back.
My stomach rolls.
“I’m bi,” he blurts out quietly and I swallow against the burn.
“H-hi, Bi. I-I’m Emmett.”
Chapter 28
Tristen
Running on adrenaline isso much different than being fueled by pureanxiety.
I’m jittery. My skin feels too tight.
“Get your head in the fucking game, man.”
Exactly.
I spent all day trying my best to wear Emmett the fuck out and not in the fun way.
Instead of experimenting with him, talking about what happened last night, or hell, evenacknowledgingthat it happened, we spent the day fucking around with Envy.
Every run to the junkyard, Em went with me. Every grease stain I found, he was there. Every busted knuckle and bloodied curse, he was right by my side.
He promised we could try to ride again after work. And fuck, I’m looking forward to it.
Which means I got no sleep for our shift tonight and I am running onfumesthat may not get me to after work.
I already feel like passing out from worry.
“He’ll be fine, bro. You need to chill.”
I crush the downed energy drink can, my third, and toss it to the floor at my feet.
“Ican’t.”
Gripping the door, I hang on tight when Hatley banks a corner a little fast.
My uniform feels too itchy. My hair is out of place. Nothing is sitting right. Not even my fucking underwear.
“You know I love you, right?”
Oh, God. Here we go.
Talk about not talking—Hatley and I haven’t fucking discussed anything about last night either. And I feel like we should … right? I mean, it’s not like we’re strangers. We’ve fucked in the same room before. That’s nothing new. But whatwasnew?
Him knowing what I needed and directing Em on how to do it.
It felt way too good to be in the middle. To be watched. To not have to make a single goddamn decision or be in control.
I was able to turn my brain off for once.
