I sit in my seat, drinking the drink Thom made me,digesting the weed gummy, and trying to keep up with the conversations moving around me. It’s getting later, brighter. More lights are turned on, people seem to be converging, chat-chat in full swing. I see Denver talking with Quinn and Theo, who is pulling open the cabinets and examining the stuff inside.
Dex is…somewhere. Somewhere I’m definitely not looking.
The nice thing is I’ve sunk so far back into the recliner that I’m almost invisible. And if I don’t move, no one will notice I’m here. I must be succeeding because Dex hasn’t attempted to say hello. Which is rude, honestly. I’m the reason everyone is here. He should at least come over and say hello, give me a damn hug as a greeting. But he doesn’t. He just meanders out of sight, a drink in hand.
I don’t know where he went or why.
Probably gone off to text his girlfriend, my mind screams at me.
The gummy is making my limbs too heavy to move. I blink twice for help, but no one notices. Robbie checked in earlier, but he wandered off, probably making out with Thom on the porch. His brothers have run off and are now wreaking havoc somewhere, probably going through my suitcase just for shits and giggles.
They better not find that dildo I brought with me to France.
They fucking better keep their hands off it.
Fuck, I still can’t move. I blink occasionally, trying to Morse code someone to come rescue me, but no one does. I’m afloat on the sea of chat-chat.
Adrift and alone.
And then Dex appears in my line of sight.
Fuck, how does he look even better right now? Did he groom himself in the bathroom to torture me?
His sleeves are rolled up his arms, exposing his thick biceps. His shirt has a low V-neck cut, and I can make out the movement of his pecs as he strides toward the kitchen. His ass looks incredible in those jeans too.
I bet his dick has grown as well.
I bet it’s twice the size.
God, the way I’d choke around it so good.
My dick tries to follow him, jerking in my pants, but I grab onto the arms of the chair to keep myself seated.
I will not follow him around.
I will not.
I’m better than this. Well…not really, but mostly better.
I think.
Fuck, I’m such a loser with bags under my eyes, an unshaven face and clothes that smell like plane.
Do not look my way. Do not look, I beg the universe.
It doesn’t listen.
His eyes flick over to meet mine, and I blink twice to tell him to look away, but he doesn’t. He wets his lips and cocks his head, looking almost inquisitive. Maybe he has a degree in Morse code and can read the frantic message I’m sending his way.
Not sure what that message is, but it’s something.
He turns his gaze toward Thom, who hands him a drink, slapping him on the back and pulling him into a hug. Thom signs something to his brother, his mouth moving, and I assume he’s using sim-com to communicate. Dex was never good at ASL, and I can’t imagine that he’s gotten fluent in three years.
I watch their conversation, Thom asking if Dex can cover a morning class tomorrow.
A glutes class.
The heat I’m giving off almost sets fire to the recliner I’m in.
