“I guess if I kill you too, I don’t have to worry about conjugal visits.”
“Open up!” The bang comes louder this time.
“Chill out,” Noah shouts at them before swinging open the door. “I thought you were going out?”
Bode shakes his head as he walks into the room. A brown paper bag is dropped by my feet on the bed. “Can’t. No cars to go out, but at least there’s a convenience store next door.”
“I kept trying to tell him it’s not safe,” Dax tells us.
“I listened, didn’t I?” Bode grabs a six-pack of beer from the bag and hands one to each of us. “Couldn’t get Jasper and Marcus out of their rooms.”
“Weren’t you guys hanging out?” Dax points at the blank TV. “I thought you were playing video games?”
Noah brushes by him, cracking open his drink and flopping back onto his bed. “We just hadn’t started yet.”
“Awesome. C’mon, Dax.”
The two of them fire up the TV and the game system that we travel with. Seeing how it’s small enough to connect to the TV, it makes it easy to bring to play during downtime.
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
Noah
Still considering murder
Graham
No you’re not
No, but now I’ve got a wicked case of blue balls and can’t do anything about it
Think we could kick them out early? You’re not the only one with that issue
You deserve it after your teasing
So you’re not going to help me with it then? Don’t want to give me a blow job?
Stop. It.
Payback is a bitch
See if I fuck you tonight
No one is getting any as long as they’re in our room
“What has you smiling so hard?”Dax asks, turning his attention away from the video game toward me.
“What? Nothing.”
I fumble to lock my phone and throw it face down on the bed. The last thing I want is to have the guys see who I’m texting. Better yet, what I’m texting about.
“Nothing? That was not the face of nothing,” Bode points out. He sips his beer, checking his own phone.
“You seeing someone?” Dax asks.
“No one special.” I brush it off, sipping on my drink.
The words taste like lead coming out of my mouth. I sneak a glance over at Noah, and he’s shoving his phone into his pocket, not looking at me. There’s a hard look on his face that even I can see from here.
