ME
Mind if I come hang out for a bit?
Within seconds, I received a reply.
BASH
Anytime, D. Micah said lunch is almost ready and get your ass over here lol.
I ordered a rideshare to their off campus apartment, making it in record time. I hurried across the foyer, but intrusive images of the last time I was there shoved in. The time we’d all stumbled across Theo walking his…overnight guest out.
Ugh, why the fuck do you do this to me, brain? Haven’t I been good to you, fed you well, treated you to top-tier porn on occasion? Is this payback for that concussion?
I reached their floor and came up on their unit, but froze when grunts and gasps reached me from inside. Bash’s dirty words filtered through the door and it was all I could do not to gag.
I pounded my fist on the door loudly and took great pleasure in their startled voices and frantic footsteps. Several momentspassed before the door opened on Bash’s flushed features and painted-on smile.
“Hey dude! We, uh, didn’t think you’d get here that fast.”
“Clearly,” I smirked as I spotted Micah wiping off his mouth in the kitchen before coming over to greet me with a hug. I pointed to the corner of my mouth, unable to resist fucking with him. “You missed a spot…just there.”
Micah’s eyes sprang wide and he swiped at his lips before realizing my joke.
“You dick,” he chastised without any heat. “Come on, I made pasta. It should be ready by now.”
We dug into lunch, talking about upcoming classes, football, and other mindless stuff. I had hoped coming here would distract me, but my focus was split, registering only a fraction of what they were saying.
“You doing okay, D?” Bash asked, drawing my attention back.
“Sure, just tired. Six days of practice have kinda kicked my ass,” I said, picking at the food on my plate.
“Sooo, how has it been going with Theo?” Micah asked tentatively. Bash muttered something under his breath to him. “What? I’m curious! I figured that might be why he’s all mopey.”
“I’m not mopey,” I rolled my eyes. “And he’s fine. We’re fine.”
“That gives me literally nothing,” Micah complained. “Are you guys dating again yet or are you still deluding yourselves into thinking you can be ‘just friends’?”
“Dupont, control your man.”
“No way. He’s your problem right now,” Bash snickered, rubbing the back of Micah’s neck and I half expected him to purr.Yuck.
“We just want you to be happy, Dawson.”
“I am happy.”
“If that’s your happy face, then that’s just appalling,” Micah complained. “For real, what’s going on?”
I blew out a heavy breath, nearly second-guessing my decision to come over. But then I remembered why I had thought to come here of all places to deal with my hang-ups about Theo.
“Uhh Bash, would you mind if I talked with Micah about something…privately?”
Bash’s brows shot up and his gaze bounced between us. “Sure, no problem. I promised Mom I’d call her soon anyway, so I think I’ll go do that.”
He placed a kiss on Micah’s forehead before closing himself up in their bedroom. Micah gave me a quizzical look, sipping at his wine as he waited for me to speak.
“You’re a psych major, right?”
“Yep, clinical psychology. Why? Thinking about changing majors?”
