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I clear my throat. “You see when two people love each other very much…” I start.
“Not necessarily,” Reese chimes in. “I’ve had some incredible hate sex.”
I raise my fist to Reese and he bumps it in return.
“Are you two assholes done?” Brent asks, still not meeting my eyes.
A sliver of guilt slides through me, and I decide to cut him some slack. “Ok, ok. I’m done. We’re just busting your balls dude. Seriously, it’s not a big deal. They’re just books Lucy likes to read and I thought I’d read some of her favorites along with her. So I can talk to her about them.” I shrug. “They’re actually pretty good, and the sex scenes are icing on the cake if you know what I mean,” I tell them, wiggling my eyebrows up and down.
“Nice.” Reese raises his fist to me this time and I bump it back. Brent rolls his eyes and focuses on his phone.
“Come on, weren’t you just busting my balls a few weeks ago about watching porn on my phone?”
“That’s not, I didn’t…” Brent lets out a sigh. “Can we just forget it please?”
Reese and I give eachother a look, then look back at Brent. “Nope,” we both tell him at the same time.
I tip my chin at him. “Spill, what’s going on?”
Brent shakes his head, not wanting to answer.
“Come on dude, it’s us,” Reese says.
Brent looks around the bus, then back at us, muttering something under his breath.
“I didn’t catch that,” Reese says, cupping his hand over his ear.
Brent closes his eyes and heaves a sigh. “I had a boner,” he whispers through clenched teeth.
Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh.
I almost make it, but I sneak a look at Reese, who side eyes me, making us both bust up laughing. Brent pulls the hood of his sweater over his head and starts to get up from his seat, but Reese stops him before he can make it into the aisle. “Dude, wait. We’re, we’re not laughing at you.”
“Sure as fuck seems like it,” Brent grumbles. Flopping back into his seat and crossing his arms over his chest.
I shake my head. “No, I swear we’re not. I’d be concerned if youdidn’tget a hard on from reading those books, especially the part I know you read.”
Brent squints his eyes at me, like he’s not sure if I’m trying to trick him.
Without giving too much away about my sex life, because that’s no one’s fucking business, I tell Brent, “Let’s just say those scenes have beenbeneficial.”
He looks at me for a minute, then his eyes widen with understanding. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” I reply.
Reese fist bumps my shoulder. “Old man has still got it.”
I deadpan him. “You’re only two years younger than me.”
He lifts a shoulder. “Hey, two years is two years.”
I roll my eyes and look back at Brent. He’s taken his hood off and seems more relaxed now. I hold out my fist. “Are we good now?”
Brent returns the bump. “Yeah man, we’re good.”
I nod, moving to turn back around in my seat. Before I do, Brent asks one last question. “Hey, you think I could get the name of that book?”
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
