“She probably thinks you’re crazy.” I park in my assigned spot and open the door. It’s still relatively early, so there are a few people milling around.
“No, she doesn’t, but she does think I soften your rough edges.”
I stop. “She said that?” How many times am I going to ask that question?
“Yeah, she said you’re different when you’re with me. I think you intimidate the shit out of her. You should be nicer.” I feel like I’m getting a lecture from my little brother.
“I am nice to her. I’m nicer to her than I am to anyone besides you and Bates.”
“I know that, but she doesn’t. Plus, I don’t think she gets why you like bossing her around so much.”
“Idon’t get why I like bossing her around so much,” I grumble under my breath and unlock the door to the apartment.
“I bet it has something to do with how sweet and innocent she is, but I’m going to leave that up to you to figure out.” Oswald slaps his hand on my shoulder as he walks by. “I’m going to go rub one out while thinking about how her lips felt and imagining they were on my dick.”
“Fucking hell, Oz.” I toss the keys on the counter, and he slams the bathroom door. “I didn’t need to know that.”
“You’re welcome,” he yells, clearly unrepentant.
I start to place my phone on the counter but decide now’s a good time to text Waylynn.
Me:So, I smell good?
The message pops up as delivered then read within seconds, but it takes over a minute for the respond bubble to show up. I like knowing she was probably squirming as she thought about how to respond.
Unknown:Yes.
Well, I have to admit I was hoping for more than that, but I’m not above prodding to get it.
Me:Tell me.
Waylynn
I should have knownOswald would tattle. I bet he told Memphis everything I said. Did he tell him he kissed me too?
Sir:Tell me.
I drop my phone to the bed so fast, I’m not even sure I read his text right, so I peek at it lying on my bed among my blankets. I was right. Tell him what? How he smelled? That I’m sorry?
Me:I already did.
Hopefully, that answers both questions.
Sir:I want details.
I look around my bedroom, knowing I’m alone but still needing the confirmation because this is thrilling, but it also feels like I’m doing something I shouldn’t. I give myself a second to actually think about how he smells. It’s easy since I was sitting so close to him in the car.
Me:Like Red Mountain after it rains and pepper. I’m sorry I bumped into you.
Sir:I’m not.
I bite my lip, but that still can’t stop my smile. My phone flashes again, but this time with a call. Oswald’s name is on the screen.
“Hello,” I answer softly. Does he know I was just texting with his brother?
“Hey.” There’s a slight echo, but his voice is low too. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”
“No, is everything okay?”
