I put my phone away as the lecture ends and everyone stands.
Felix grabs our bags—Alex following in tow. Ever since Felix started dating Kayla, he’s started opening my doors and carrying my things when she isn’t around—almost like a reflex. I really do love that woman.
“You’re not coming?” I ask Alex. He shrugs.
“I’m gonna hit my dorm and if my roommate is home I promised to play a game with him. If not—I’ll come out.”
“What game?” Felix perks up.
I tune out their conversation—following them back to our dorm to change before we head to Brews. Mymind will drift back to Aaron anyway. Two days ago he fucked the shit out of me. He spent the night taking the brunt of a psychotic breakdown and then drove me away from the problem just to fuck the sad right out of me.
He begged me twice to let him be there for me—to help when things get bad. So fuck it, I caved. He can be my last ray of hope, my last thread to cling to. If he wants that responsibility, then okay Aaron—be my God.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Saturday. The things he said—the way he touched me. The way it felt when he came in me.
Ah fuck—hisfacewhen he came. I’ve never seen something so obscenely beautiful. It sent me straight into my second orgasm. Listening to him beg me to stop grinding on him was also very hot. I love dominating Aaron—but whimpering Aaron isn’t too bad either.
What really surprised me was that after we finished Aaron carried me to the jacuzzi tub and we bathed together. It wasn’t necessarily revolutionary—but we… hung out. Just the two of us. We talked about class, our friends, new things about ourselves the other doesn’t know. It was really nice to be able to feel close to him for a while. We went home after that, and I hung out with Felix who—for some reason—had no issues with me disappearing with his brother.
We drop Alex off at his room and head to ours.
“I’m totally changing.” Fe says, opening his wardrobe.
“Heard.” I follow him to mine. “Fe, you’re not mad about Friday night?”
“Hm?” He looks at me over theVoltronshirt he’s in the middle of shoving his black curls through. “Why?”
“Well—I went and made a dramatic entrance and then Aaron kicked you out… I just don’t want you to be mad at me. Or him.” Felix purses his lips—narrowing his green eyes on me. I’m fidgeting and I think he might actually be upset with me.
“I was listening to that fight with Drew where you told him Aaron helped you after the market—you know that right?” I mean—yes, but the relevance is not really registering.
“Yes?”
“Yeah—so I already know you’ve fucked around with Aaron.”Fuck. How did that not occur to me? I’m a fucking idiot.
I choke on my own fucking spit. Does Aaron know he knows? How muchdoeshe know? Is he pissed?
“I love you both. And honestly—having you as a brother-in-law is no different than now, when I consider you a brother.” My heart warms at the sentiment—but Fe is missing one crucial detail.
“As sick as that’d be, Aaron has no intention of being with me. He’s made that clear for almost two years now.” Felix stares at me and says nothing. “Anyway—I just wanted to make sure we were okay before anything else.”
“It’s not my favorite thing that I’m not the first person you turn to anymore, that I’m the one told to leave the room.” I can feel my eyes watering. He’s right—it’s fucked. We’ve basically lived inside each other’s skin without a single fight for nine years. “But growth happens. And I know I’m still your best friend—priority numero uno.”
“I do love you.” Fe leans over and kisses my cheek before flicking my head. “Ow.”
“And this—” he lays a finger over the button dangling over my chest. “Wasn’t exactly screaming subtle. Just sayin.” This bitch! I didn’t even pick it out!
“Hey—he bought it!”
“Andyoumade a necklace out of it and wear it every day.” I flush red, placing a hand over the button to hide it. “Plus, Aaron doesn’t really care about subtle. He’s known that I know.”
“What!? I’m the odd man out here.” Felix rolls his eyes, closing his wardrobe and grabbing his bag.
“Youliterallysaid Aaron owns you and devours you and a bunch of other gross things you don’t want to hear about your brother.”
“I get it! Stop talking!”
“I figured you just didn’t want to talk.” I grab a pink, cropped, short-sleeved hoodie that stops above my belly button and a pair of black running shorts that cover half of the scar Aaron gave me. Pulling on my sneakers, I grab my bag and head for the door with Felix.
