Pete nudges me with his elbow. “So, you’re fucking your boss, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“Hey, I’m not one to judge.” Pete turns to Gavin. “Right, Grumpy Bear?”
Gavin groans and Pete blows him a kiss, then turns back to me.
“Is it serious dating, like you think it could go the distance with you two?”
“Like I said, It wasn’t until recently and I have no idea when it switched or how to even fucking deal with all thesefeelings.” I pause, not wanting to elaborate. But Pete’s waiting, his gaze boring into me. With a loud sigh, I continue. “When we hooked up the night before the interview, it was so intense and so fucking hot. That was all it was meant to be. So you can imagine our surprise the next day sitting across from each other in Eric’s office. The chemistry was still there, the sex still fresh in my mind. I am only human, Sunshine. I couldn’t resist another taste, then another. And now? Now I’m just fucking fucked. I think I might be in love with him.”
“We’re going to circle back to the six months of me not knowing about this, but wow! I’m impressed that the word ‘love’came out of your mouth without causing a stroke.”
I smile because he’s right. Not so long ago, I was grossed out by the lovestruck looks Pete and Gavin were giving each other across the dinner table. It was nauseating. And today… today I saw that same look in Eric’s eyes, and instead of running for the hills, it made me crave even more of it. What has that man done to me? I hope to fuck it isn’t permanent.
“Good for you, Jordy. Eric’s a great guy,” Gavin says, moving over to join Pete and I now that the hard part is over.
“He must be if Jordan has hearts in his eyes for him.”
I do not. I don’t. Right? The look Pete gives me tells me otherwise. I’m so fucked.
“You should have told me.” Pete sounds as hurt as I expected him to be.
“I know, I’m sorry.”
“If I had known, I wouldn't have been subjected to your O-face. Do you know you do this weird thing with your mouth?”
I groan again, covering my eyes. I do not need to see Pete's interpretation of it. “Oh, God, please stop,” I beg.
“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you have secrets from your bestest bestie. You get caught with your pants down.” He mocks me playfully. dropping to his knees and humping the air. “Oh, Eric… give it to me, baby! I looooooove you sooo much!”
“Kill me now. Please, just put me out of my misery,” I beg Gavin, who just shrugs and laughs. I’m sending him a fucking glitter bomb tomorrow, asshat.
“Yeah, I’m not getting into the middle of … that.” Gavin gestures between me and his husband, and I get that. I should’ve known he wouldn’t dare todim the light of his lifeby helping poor little humiliated me.“I think I’m going to go home and leave you both to it.” Leaning down, he presses a kiss to Pete's mop of curls. “It’s late. Have a sleepover, put the worlds to right.”
“I knew I loved you for a reason.” Pete hops off the couch. Before I can blink, he’s jumped up and wrapped himself around Gavin like a koala. It’s kinda cute for all of three seconds before they start making out.
I clear my throat loudly. “Uhm, guys, maybe I should be the one to leave?” Yeah, they’re not listening. “I’m just going to go make some coffee.”
Raising myself off the couch as elegantly as I can, I contemplate how I will get to the kitchen when they’re blocking my path. I try one way, then the other, but it’s just impossible. “Oh for the—” I grab Pete’s locks and pull. Hard.
“Ouch, Jordy! Why?”
“If you want to fuck, be my guest. The couch has had its pre-game already. But move first so that I don’t have to seeyourO-face.” Letting go of his hair, I try really hard not to sound terribly jealous, but he’s the one who chased my hope for a good pounding right out the door.
“Fiiine.” My best friend pouts like a kicked puppy.
“Now you know how I felt” — I pause dramatically, looking at my non-existent watch — “an hour ago, you little cock block.” I push past them and head to the kitchen, calling over my shoulder as I go. “If you want to hear about how Eric and I saved a kid's life the other day, say goodnight to Grumpy and follow the smell of the coffee beans.”
“Gavin, did he just say he saved a kid?” The astonishment in Pete’s tone makes me chuckle.
I waste no time getting the coffee brewing. Luckily, I still have cookies in the cupboard, so I add them to a plate and grab out my two biggest mugs. It’s already after midnight, and if there is any hope of me staying awake to match my best friend's energy, I am going to need the extra sugar.
“What kid?” Pete demands in lieu of any kind of pleasantry.
He hops on the countertop next to me with cat-like stealth, making me startle and almost drop my favorite fuchsia mug with the best quote from a book ever:Petty makes me pretty. Glaring at him for a second, I move both mugs further away from his clumsy ass and start pouring the coffee.
“Hey! That wasn’t even my fault,” Pete protests.
