I will have to revisit that with my therapist.
“Then you’re coming with me.” Wolfe, in a grand drunk gesture, barrel hugs me again, but this time picks me up and walks toward the stairs.
“I think I’m being kidnapped,” I say to no one in particular.
The worst part is no one bats an eye. Everyone is used to Wolfe being Wolfe. He does not stop until we are in his room with the door closed behind us.
Finally, he sets me down and grins, all proud of himself.
“Feel better?” I ask, fixing my crop top that’s ridden up.
He thinks about the question, then nods. “Yes.”
“What did you need to talk about so badly?” I sit on the edge of his bed.
“Seaborn! I think he’s seeing someone in secret.” Wolfe unbuttons his shirt, and I barely hide my reaction.
I clear my throat, keeping my gaze on his so I’m not watching him slowly undress. “We’ve established that he probably is. Who cares?”
“Okay, so who is it?” Wolfe lets the dress shirt fall off his arms.
My eye twitches, but I’ve seen him mostly naked enough in the locker room to not have to look. I have some self-control. “I don’t know.”
Next, he’s opening his belt. “Who has he talked about?”
Is he trying to torture me?
“No one. He’s secretive. Maybe he’s not seeing anyone. His dad has been sick. It’s probably just that and the Monster’s player pissing him off.”
“It’s more than that. He seems way happier, and that’s fucking weird.” Wolfe wasn’t wrong. Seaborn had been smiling at his phone a lot.
“Maybe his dad is doing better?”
“When a guy goes from not dating to dating, I want to know. I’m nosy. Why aren’t you? This is what we do. We gossip about the team.”
Wolfe pulls on gray sweatpants and jumps into bed, nearly bouncing me off the mattress.
“Do you hate me?” I ask after I right myself.
“I forget how big I am,” Wolfe says, a little sheepish.
I didn’t mean the bouncing, I mean the fucking sweats, but I don’t correct him. “Why do you want to know who Seaborn is dating so badly?”
He lifts his shoulders. “Why do you not understand how gossip works? It’s like you’re new to this friendship.”
“I’m not new. I just don’t know, and I’m tired.” And fucking horny, which he’s not helping, but I can’t say that to him.
“You are so cranky tonight.”
“I told you I needed to get laid!” I say exacerbated.
“Friendship time is important too.” Wolfe acts a bit dejected. “Life isn’t just about sex. I need conversations and emotions, too.”
“I’m sorry.”
Is he feeling left out?I don’t get why he’s suddenly like this.
It’s not like we don’t spend a ton of time together.
