“Wow, lovely metaphor,” Ranger murmurs, leaning back into his pillows and crossing his kitty-cat covered socks at the ankles. He looks so bad-ass with the big, black plugs in his ears, his shiny raven hair with the sapphire streak … and his pussycat footwear. Right. “Like you've ever been to an arcade. Spencer's obsessed with the nineties, by the way, like wishes he was a nineties' kid.”
I look back at the boy above me, and his grin softens slightly. I pretend to frown, but really, my heart is pounding and I'm sort of wishing that Ranger would find something to do in Church's room.
A long, tense moment passes, and my heartbeat picks up, the blood rushing in my head drowning out the sounds around me.
Spencer groans, and sits back on his heels, giving Ranger a look.
“You're seriously going to just sit there and watch?”
Ranger glances up at him, pulling his gaze from the screen of his phone.
“Watch what? You're not fucking with me in here again. Taking a hard pass on that one, my friend.”
“Then get out! Go see Church,” Spencer mumbles, swinging his hand toward the door for emphasis. “You two can get gay together, and everybody wins.”
“If I weren't straight, that'd be lovely, I'm sure.” Ranger keeps scrolling on his phone. “Have you seen the way Church sucks on straws? I'm sure he's brilliant with dick, too.”
“Is Church gay?” I ask, sitting up and trying not to wiggle. My body feels hot and rebellious, my fingers itching to touch Spencer. We've had a handful of kisses this week, but it's now Thursday night, and I can't stop daydreaming about him holding me in his arms. And, you know, doing other things …
“Bi, maybe?” Spencer muses, and then shrugs his shoulders. “No idea. He definitely dates girls though.” He pulls his own phone from his blazer pocket, taps out a message with his thumbs, and checks it before glancing up with a sideways smirk. “Come on, Micropenis Chuck, I have an idea.”
He stands up and grabs my hand, dragging me along behind him as Ranger growls and curses from behind us.
We head into the hallway, and I'm pleased to say the lightbulbs are all in working order again. Looks like Eddie's good for something.
The twins are waiting, arms crossed over their chests.
“What are we doing out here?” they ask as Spencer drags me down the hall.
“Chuck wants to shower, and I figure he needs guards.” Spencer shrugs his shoulders and pushes me in the bathroom door. “I'll be the interior guard. You two do your twin thing right here.”
“Seriously?” Tobias asks as Spencer slams the door in his face before checking out the bathroom to make sure nobody else is in there. Then he looks at me with this bestial little grin, and I take a step back.
“What are you doing?” I ask him as he strips off his tie and shoves it in the pocket of his blazer.
“Stripping.” Spencer moves toward me, his face this dark mask of desire that has me humming. Cody never looked at me like that, like some sort of wily fox intent on his mate. Nah, he was just the groping teenage asshole. This is so much better.
Spencer turns in a half circle around me, until he's walking backward, and then disappears into the door of one of the shower stalls.
I hesitate for a moment, and then curse under my breath, following after him and locking the door behind me.
“Are you serious right now? The twins are right outside the door.”
“So?” Spencer chucks his shirt to the floor, standing near the tiled area in all his muscular glory. “We're dating; they won't mind.”
I twist my hands in front of me.
My body feels hot and needy, like if I fight this any longer, I'll go up in flames. But …
“They might though,” I whisper, and Spencer frowns at me.
“Why?” He takes a few steps toward me and puts his hands on my shoulders, sliding one of them up the side of my neck and cupping the back of my head. “They like you; I'm their best fucking friend. Why wouldn't they want us to be together?”
The sound of the bathroom door opening gives us both pause.
“Hurry up in there. Mark is pitching a fit about having to take a piss.” It's Micah. I don't know how I can tell; I just can. Even their voices are different.
“Tell him to go outside!” Spencer shouts back, and Micah's sigh echoes around the whole room.
“Ranger's on the warpath, too. He doesn't think you guys are safe enough in there. I told him you just need to bang it out, so chop-chop, hurry it up.” He slams the door, and Spencer flashes a grin.
“Told ya,” he says, and I feel my heart drop a little. The twins are encouraging this? I mean … that's good, right? That's what I want. I want them to be happy I'm dating Spencer. After all, I can't date more than one guy at a time, right? Unless it were the twins. I guess then it'd be two, but that's a special exception.
