Freddie:a simple yes would do
Micah:yes
Freddie: :) :) :)
I scowled at the smiley faces. I didn’t share Sam’s obsession with proper words and full sentences, but emojis got on my tits. What was Freddie sending me a bright yellow grin supposed to mean? That me being an ungrateful arsehole made him happy?
“What are you glaring at?”
“Hmm?”
Sam came up behind me. He put his hands on my hips, and I ached for him to slide his arms around me. “You’re glowering at your phone like you want to toss it out the window.”
“Oh.” I made an effort to soften my expression. It didn’t help that I’d been born with a resting bitch face, but being around Sam usually blunted my sharp edges. “Sorry. Just Freddie being annoying.”
“How so?”
“He’s a nosy fucker.”
“What does he want to know?”
“If I’m okay.”
“Are you?”
“Yes.”
Sam said nothing, but his presence behind me seemed to shout something I couldn’t decipher. I turned to face him. His focus wasn’t on me, it was zeroed in on the pill packet still clutched in my hand.
I shoved it back in the drawer. “Sorry.”
Sam’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “What on earth for?”
“Um. Dunno?”
“Did you think I was going to pill shame you or some other messed up bullshit? Because if you did, you don’t know me at all, and we have serious problems as roommates, let alone anything else.”
The anything else tacked on the end of that sentence made my head spin, but for once it was in the right direction. “I didn’t think that. I’m just... I don’t know. Embarrassed, maybe?”
“Of what? Anti-depressants? Come on, man.” Like magic, the complications of the last however long it had been, faded away. Sam stood in front of me as the rock of a friend he’d always been and shook his head. “I kind of guessed you were on medication alongside your therapy appointments, especially when you told me you needed pills to get out of bed in the morning. It’s not a thing, Micah. Do you really think I’m that kind of wanker?”
“I don’t think you’re a wanker at all.”
“Sure about that?”
“Fuck yeah.” Unless he meant something dirty. I could dig that.Focus.My hands shook. I clenched my fists, but the temptation to touch him was too strong to resist. I pulled him closer, pressing our bodies together. “I didn’t hide it on purpose.”
“I know.”
“I really liked sharing my bed with you.”
“I know that too.”
“How?”
Samfinallywrapped his arms around me, grounding me with an embrace that was familiar, safe, and yet brand-fucking new. “You were carving a hole in my back all night long.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
