“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I respond, smirking slightly.
He nods and heads into the kitchen.
As soon as Donny is out of sight, Cindy rushes over to me and envelops me in a hug. “God, never leave me alone here again,” she whispers, and when she releases me, I notice tears in her eyes.
I don’t particularly like Cindy, but even I’m not heartless enough to lack sympathy for her when she’s such a mess. “Are you okay?”
“I am now that I have my BFF back.” She pulls me into a quick hug before heading toward a table that requires attention.
Wait, am I tripping? Did she just call me her BFF? And is she actually working the tables right now?
FIFTEEN
“You needto start eating healthier, man,” I tell Josh as he chomps down on a cheeseburger in the passenger seat.
It’s Saturday evening, and we’re on shift again, parked in front of a fast-food restaurant that Josh enjoys in the Bronx.
“Sure, tomorrow,” he says, speaking with a mouthful, and I let out an exasperated sigh at his lack of concern.
The evening has been quiet, with us mostly driving around and observing people having a good time on their night out.
My phone buzzes with a text from Xander.
Xander
Just finished everything up and about to settle on the couch, watching some Netflix. Hope your night is uneventful. Miss you.
Sometimes, I despise my job. I could be snuggled up on the couch with my boyfriend right now, but instead, I’m watching my best friend stuff his face, waiting to be called to a case.
I’d drive back home to you in a heartbeat for some Netflix and chill, babe. Miss you too.
Oh, yeah? How much Netflix and how much chill would be involved?
I’d say I wouldn’t give a damn about what we watch since we wouldn’t hear a thing over me moaning.
Fuck, love, now look what you’ve done.
My heart races, and my face flushes as a picture suddenly pops up in our text thread—Xander’s massive, beautiful, heavily tattooed, and pierced cock tightly gripped in his fist, fully erect. I groan and let my head fall against the car seat, swiping my free hand over my face.
“God, you guys sexting again?” Josh asks, cleaning up the fast-food trash. “You should keep that stuff for home. I think I’ve seen your boner more than Xander has lately.”
I glance down at the noticeable bulge in my tight uniform pants and shift my hips, trying to adjust myself.
“Sorry, these late shifts are cockblocking me more and more,” I say.
“Mm-hmm… I get it. It sucks. I mean, I have no one waiting for me, but I still want to get a good night’s sleep soon,” he says, suppressing a yawn.
“Didn’t we discuss you getting back on dating apps?” I turn slightly to get a better look at him.
“Yeah, we did, but it’s just not my thing. Either they’re only after a quick hookup, or they want to marry me without even meeting in person,” he explains.
“Oh, poor handsome boy, having women lining up without even trying is such a drag,” I tease.
“It is. I’m twenty-six, and I’m done with playing around. I want something real, something like what you guys have,” he says, his gaze dropping to his fingers.
“We do have something real, but we’re still not done playing around.” I laugh.
“When was the last time you guys brought a girl home? I haven’t seen one around the house in a while,” he asks, looking back up at me.
