Miguel rolls his eyes while I bark out a laugh.
“How’d the rest of your weekend go?” Benny asks me. “That hook-up worth ditching me for on Friday?”
“It wasn’t bad,” I lie with a shrug. “You’ll never guess who my new neighbor is across the hall. They moved in on Saturday.”
“Your hook-up from Friday night?” Benny drawls.
Shaking my head, I say, “No. Even better. Remember that dude I hooked up with who had a boyfriend?”
“Oh, fuck, they moved in across the hall, didn’t they?” Miguel is practically jumping up and down with excitement. He loves drama, so long as it doesn’t include him.
“Sort of. The boyfriend did.”
Benny’s eyes widen while Miguel’s jaw falls open. I can’t help the smirk that tugs on my lips. The entire situation is hilarious to me. Of course, this could mean a whole heap of drama that I don’t want to deal with, which is the exact reason I ignored Nathaniel’s last text message. But if I’m being honest, I’m almost excited to see how it plays out. Especially with how angry Travis looked standing in front of his door with his keys clutched in his fist and his dark brows furrowed.
“You’re shitting me,” Miguel sputters.
“I’m not. Swear.”
“What are the fucking odds, man.” He laughs.
“You should’ve seen his face when he realized who I was.”
“He probably wants to fucking kill you,” Benny spits out.
“I mean, I’d probably want to kill me too,” I reply with a snort. “He’s fucking hot, though.”Even hotter than I remember.Probably because, the first time, my memory is a little hazy from getting clocked in the head with a lamp.
“Goddamn, here we go,” Miguel mumbles.
Arching a brow at him, I scoff. “And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means I know that look in your eye.”
“What look?”
“The one that says you’re about to make him your next victim.”
I croak out a laugh. “You act like I’m a serial killer.”
“Tell me I’m wrong,” he challenges, eyebrow cocked.
The smile that splits on my face is so wide, I’m sure my eyes squint. “Listen, of course, I’d love to fuck him. You’re not wrong there. He’s very good looking. Way hotter than his boyfriend.”
Now I really am wondering if I could get him to let me fuck him… I know his ex is a switch. It said as much on his Grindr profile. Is Travis a switch too…?
“Good luck with that,” Benny snorts.
“What? You don’t think I can?”
“Knowing you and your freakish luck, you probably could,” he mumbles, rolling his eyes.
“Could be fun,” I muse. “Hate sex is always the best sex.” I shrug with a chuckle as someone steps into the garage, and we’re forced to get back to work.
The day passes by easily enough. Snow is coming down harder as the hours progress, but it’s nothing worth writing home about. The weatherman is calling for a pretty gnarly storm later on this week, but it’s still too warm to stick.
I wish it would, though. It would get me out of the dinner tonight that I don’t want to go to.
By the time the last car leaves the shop, it’s dark out and I’m leaving later than I anticipated, meaning I don’t have time to go home and change before heading to the restaurant. It takes me longer than usual to get there due to the condition of the roads. You’d think people would be used to this living here. It happens every single winter, but alas, here we are.
