“Was it really Reeze?”
“Yeah.”
“Did he actually catch them mid…?”
“Yeah. Red eyes and spit everywhere.”
“Fuck.”
“I know.” I’ve put in my best effort not to think about it because sympathy isn’t something Eden deserves from me right now. But it must have been like a knife to the chest. “He’s an ass for bailing, though.”
“Are you so certain you wouldn’t have done the same?”
My brows push together and I stare at Austin like he’s got some ulterior motive. “I’m not the bad guy.”
He raises both hands. “I never said you were. But none of us know how we’d react to seeing another guy balls deep in our girl’s face. Especially if it was one of your friends.”
“Thanks for the visual.”
Austin shrugs. “Guess that’s one of the upsides to being single.”
“You’re not wrong.”
“Gets lonely though.”
“Does it?” I say blankly.
“Not everyone has sex on tap like you do.”
I huff out my nose. “Your hit rate would be higher if you weren’t so fucking desperate.”
“And how is that fair? Youdon’twant a relationship and you get all the girls. Meanwhile I’m—”
“Sporting a crooked cock?”
“Fuck off.”
“You know it doesn’t matter if you’re in the right position.”
“I don’t know why I’m friends with you.”
“Cause you’d get no chicks if you weren’t?”
Austin opens his mouth but ends up smiling as he scratches his jaw. “We should get a drink tonight.”
I chuckle. “See. You’re too desperate.”
“Fine. I won’t talk to anyone but you.”
“So when your prospects are low you’ll hit on guys, too?”
“For the love of god. Why do I fucking bother,” he mumbles.
I laugh, “You’re too easy. Banter is meant to have more give and take.”
“Are you gonna come out, or not?”
“Can’t.”
