The bathroom door opens, and Wilder walks out in his typical sleep shorts, but this time, instead of wearing a T-shirt to bed like he has been the last few nights, he’s shirtless, and once again, my eyes wander all over his chest, as if I’ve never seen a man before.
“I’m still fucking fuming,” he says as he turns off the bathroom light, casting him in a shadow from the light on my nightstand. “I mean, who the fuck do they think they are? Trying to make you feel bad because they have an issue with us having the sex cabin? Jesus Christ, grow up.”
He flips the covers down and then gets in the bed.
Not used to seeing him this worked up, I say, “Do you think that Chad will rub the nipple tonight and ask for three wishes?”
“Knowing him, he’ll try it.” Wilder lies down and places one of his arms under his head. From the corner of my eye, I shamelessly watch his chest move up and down as he breathes. His pecs look much larger from this angle, and the divots in his stomach look sharper, more defined.
I shouldn’t be looking, but here I am, drooling over my best friend’s brother.
Has it really been that long for me? I think back to the last time Matt and I were intimate. Yeah, it’s been a long time. A really long time. Because even the last time we were together, he didn’t deliver.
I bet Wilder delivers every single time.
“Did you hear me?”
“Huh?” I ask, my brain snapping back into the present.
“I asked if you were okay.”
“Oh, uh, I mean, sort of. It was kind of a crazy night, you know? Chaotic.”
“Yeah.” He drags his hand over his face. “I’m sorry if I lost it there. I just…I don’t like it when I see people get picked on, and I felt like that was what was happening. Those dicks ganged up on you, and I don’t fucking appreciate it.”
Well, this is new.
Not sure I’ve ever had anyone stand up for me like this before. I’m not sure I know how to handle myself.
“It’s fine?—”
“It’s not fine,” Wilder says as he turns toward me. “You should never settle for that type of behavior from anyone.”
“I mean, they were just upset about the sex cabin. At least that’s all they were upset about.”
Wilder’s eyes widen. “Are you really sticking up for their behavior right now? Please tell me that’s not the case, Scottie.”
I pause before answering, because am I? Am I sticking up for their behavior?
“Is that what you used to do for your ex?” he asks.
Uh, pardon me? Why did he go there?
“No,” I say, feeling offended.
“Are you sure?” he asks, pressing.
“Yes,” I say. “And it’s rude that you’re even asking.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, “But, Scottie, this is the kind of behavior that should not be tolerated, and you’re letting it slide.”
“I’m not letting it slide.” I sit up now. “If anything, your behavior was out of line.”
“What?” he asks, eyes widening. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“No, I’m not.”
“You’re saying that I was out of line because I was standing up for you back there? Tell me how that makes sense.”
