“Jesus fucking Christ. First Regi, and now you. Is there a reason why you don’t want to talk about it, or do you just not want to talk to me period?” I shot back, hurt radiating from my chest.
The entire time I was away, I thought he was safe. That Krew had made a life without me, and I hadn’t wanted to intrude. Hell, I moved on too. Apparently, I was wrong.
How did our moment just now go from blissfully wonderful to a tragic instance of slap-me-in-the-fucking-face reality in one heart beat? But Krew’s silence was telling, and I almost didn’t want to know what had happened to him.
I blinked away the pain of Krew’s stubborn silence, and got up from the bed. “I’m going to check the area.”
He didn’t respond, or moved from his side of the bed.
I dressed quickly, hurried out of the room and slammed the door, like some toddler having a tantrum, totally forgetting about Regina in the other room.
As I moved through the house, my rage became an inferno. I had to let the fires of rejection burn themselves out before there was nothing left of me.
Krew and I once had an unbreakable bond—or so I thought. The years apart severed it and the trust we had for each other was almost nonexistent now. Even so, I for one couldn’t let our friendship lay limp like a flaccid cock.
I might have lied to myself all these years about planning to track Krew and Regina down and resurrect what we had lost. However, the truth was that I remained distant for a reason.
Now they were back in my life, I could see that Krew and I were combustible. Add Regina into the mix and the result would be explosive. If I wasn’t careful, I’d be the one who’d burn up and lose.
Regina’s Diary
May 27th, 2015
Dear Diary,
I’m having a tough time—I should be graduating today with my friends.
God, I wish I could see Krew and Decker’s faces. I miss them so damn much.
I need something to kill this pain, Diary.
I have to go.
Regina
Chapter Sixteen
Regi
The sound of a door slamming shut jolted me awake. At first, I was slightly disoriented, but as I looked around the dark room. My heart ratcheted up and I started my calming mantra. I’m alive. I’m safe. I’m alive.
I repeated those words several time, until I realized we had to be at the destination Decker was so hush-hush about.
As I slowly slipped out of bed, my foot snagged on my bag’s strap and I stumbled. I caught myself just in time and sat hard on the edge of the mattress. My heart hammering again, I took a deep breath, and that was when I heard it. A moan.
I stilled, closed my eyes and listened. There it was again.
Nosy me needed to know where the sounds were coming from—and who was making them. I tracked the noises to the bedroom across the way from me.
As I stood before the door, more moans—quieter than the earlier moans, came from the room. Could it be Krew, or Decker—could it be both? The idea of those two gorgeous men getting each other off had my lower region curling tight and the sudden need to touch myself pulsed to life.
It had long been a dream of mine to watch them—to see how they loved each other. Touched each other. Sure, I’d browsed those kinds of porn sites once or twice, but this was Krew and Decker. They were my ultimate fantasy.
As I reached for the doorknob, I paused, questioning if my morals were on the wrong foot. Did I have the right to intrude into their private moment? Or did I have the right to watch them?
I marched back to my room, steadfast to block out the sounds they were making. But at the threshold, the yearning I had for these boys—these men, had my belly flipping about like a drunk gymnast and I turned right back around.
My hand on the doorknob, I oh-so-slowly turned it and opened the door enough to see what Krew and Decker were doing.
