“He’s amazing,” I started, trying to decide where to actually start my recollection. “We fucked against the Mustang.”
Shaw’s eyes got wide. “Now that is hot as hell.”
“Mmmmmhmmmmm.” My face got hot instantly as I recalled just how hot it had been.
“He must have a damn perfect body.”
I nodded in agreement. “Muscles for days.”
“Now, the most important question: how was his penis?” Shaw probed under his breath.
I chuckled a little. “It was the most beautiful dick I have ever seen.”
Shaw slapped the top of the table. “Fucking fantastic! We all deserve beautiful penises in our lives.”
“Amen to that one, brother!” We both started laughing. “And, to top it all off, he’s a total giver.”
“Even better! So, is this going to turn into a thing?”
I shrugged. “It’s been one day, I have no idea. He invited us to his fight tomorrow night.”
“Fun! We’re going right?”
The server delivered the strawberry shakes. After taking a sip, I answered, “I want to, but it’s in Jersey and we have a business to run.”
“I’ll drive. You can sleep in the car on the way home. You said you want to get out of the house, and we’re fucking doing it.” Shaw was giddy as I agreed to the plan. “Can I bring Pat?”
I had no earthly clue who the hell that was. “Sure?” I raised an eyebrow at my best friend.
“The dude from the other night. His name is Patrick.”
I pulled my phone out to text Griffin, thankful to have a legitimate reason to message him. “Let me ask if he can get us three tickets.”
Me: Hey you.
It only took a few seconds for the typing bubbles to appear.
Griffin: I was just about to text you and let you know I just got home.
Me: I’m glad you made it home safely. I hope the drive wasn’t too bad.
Griffin: There was barely anyone on the road. It was kind of a nice, peaceful ride.
Me: I’m glad. So, I was just talking to Shaw about going tomorrow night and he asked if he could bring someone along. Would that be a problem?
Griffin: Not at all. I will leave three tickets at will call for you.
Me: Perfect. Thank you.
Griffin: Anything for you, love.
“That is a sight for sore eyes.” Shaw beamed across the table at me.
“What?” I glanced up from my phone.
He pointed at me. “That smile. It’s been elusive for God knows how long.”
“It’s been a while since I have felt like this,” I admitted to the both of us.
