Iggy laughed, and I snapped a handful of photos. I wanted to make sure I got a good one.
“You know me so well,” he said.
“You haven’t changed all that much,” I murmured in his ear. “Still my Iggy.”
“Always,” Iggy said, breathless, like it was a promise. Like it was one of the promises we’d made to each other when we were little about being friends forever.
“Missed you, Ig,” I sighed against his cheek, taking another couple of photos and then letting my eyes fall closed again, tucking my phone in my pocket.
“Missed you too, Harv,” Iggy murmured, turning so our lips brushed together.
Maybe it’d just been too long, but the surge ofwantthat welled up in my chest felt like nothing I’d ever felt before. Not lust, exactly, but a kind of need that coiled under my ribcage and threatened to tear through my heart if I lost contact with him.
“We’re not losing touch again,” I said, fumbling for his hand. “Pinky promise me.”
The urgency quieted down as Iggy’s finger curled around mine, squeezing tight. “Pinky promise,” he said. “I’ll add you on Facebook.”
I snorted. “So romantic.”
I wished I’d gotten to spend the day with him. We only had a handful of them together, and I hated that I’d wasted time.
I wouldn’t waste any more. Not a single second.
“Tell me about your day,” I said.
“Like real a real fiancé?” Iggy asked.
“Like a real fiancé,” I said, nuzzling his cheek. “I wanna hear everything.”
20
Iggy
It was completely,totally unfair that Harvey was somehow hotter in a soft grey Henley and a pair of plaid pajama pants than he was naked.
It was evenmoreunfair that I’d have to look at him like that all night.
The most unfair part was that I’d also have to share him.
Seth’s big sleepover bachelor party idea went from seeming cute—and verySeth—to sounding like an evening of torture.
“You look good,” Harvey nodded to me like I wasn’t wearing faded Batman pajama pants and a t-shirt that was almost old enough to vote.
“Uh…”
“I remember that shirt,” Harvey enthused, crossing the living room and stopping in front of me, reaching out to touch the faded Led Zeppelin logo on it.
Last time he’d seen me in it, it’d been huge because it only came in men’s sizes and I’d been eleven or twelve at the time. My dad had given it to me for my birthday despite the fact that I’d never been a Led Zeppelin fan.
Harvey had given me a rock with a hole in it that I still had.
Now it was a little on the small side, but the few thousand wash cycles it’d been through had softened it so much that I couldn’t bring myself to throw it out, even though it was more grey than black and there was a hole in the right sleeve.
“You fill it out a little better than the last time I saw you in it,” he added, running his fingers over the fabric.
It’d be so obvious if I popped a boner in these pants, but I was too busy staring at the hint of collarbone I could see peeking out of Harvey’s shirt to stop him running his hands all over me.
“Are you really going out like that?” I asked, imagining everyone at Seth’s bachelor party seeing him like this.
