“Sure. Of course. I’d love to come over.”
“Awesome.”
“What do you need me to bring?”
“Just yourself. I’m having it catered. I want to spend time with people, not be chained to the kitchen.”
“Smart. Time?”
“Two-ish. Oh, you can bring some wine if you want.”
“Perfect. I got you covered.”
“See you Thursday.”
“Yeah.”
I hang up and sit on the bench in my garage. I wonder how he’s changed in a year. I was surprised he really stopped texting me. I thought for sure it would be a challenge, but I suppose once he got up there, he got distracted being a young college guy. If he’s anything like me at his age, he had new dick every night. I close my eyes recalling how good he sucked. Kissed. How tight his ass was. How passionate he put it all out there for me. More than a year later, what I told him is still true. I haven’t forgotten. Not a damn minute of it.
Standingat Rocco’s door holding two six packs of wine, I ring the bell. It opens and a young woman is there. She smiles.
“Hi. I’m Trinity.”
“Hi, Trinity. I’m Bishop.”
Her eyebrow rises. “Nice to meet you, Bishop. I’m a friend of Tristan’s from school. Come on in.”
“Thanks.”
A friend? Is he into women now. I follow Trinity through the house to the kitchen where Tristan and Rocco are arranging vegetables on a platter. Tristan looks up, and when his eyes meet mine, I almost drop the bags I’m holding. What a year did to him. He’s filled out, much more muscular, and he’s added a detailed tattoo down his left arm. He smiles, the same way he didwhen we first met, and at least for me, nothing’s changed. I still want him as much as I did.
Rocco’s eyes shift between us. “Hey.”
I smile. “Hey.” I put the bags on the counter. “Tristan. Good to see you.”
“You too, Bishop.”
Oh fuck. His voice deepened. Jesus.
“I brought wine. A lot of it.”
Rocco laughs. “Knew I could count on you. We’re expecting ten people.”
Trinity leans on the island, peering into the bags. “I love wine.”
“Good.” I glance down at her. “You go to school with Tristan?”
She nods as her eyes look me over. She’s very pretty with long blonde hair and a nice figure. She’s wearing a tight dress with her tits bursting from the top. If a guy liked women, I expect they would like her.
“We’re in International Business together, but we met the first couple weeks of school in Archeology. Our mail got confused because our names are so similar. Tristan and Trinity.” She laughs, playing with a lock of her hair. “So we had to be besties.”
“We had to,” Tristan says, gazing fondly at her.
Shockingly, I’m jealous. Of a girl. And a boy. The fuck is wrong with me.
“You look good, Bishop,” Tristan says. “Been working out?”
I nod. “Yeah. You?”
