She frowns. “His dad made him really mad. Both of you did.”
“Whatever. Get in the car.” Trinity climbs in the back while I help Tristan in the passenger seat. After I buckle his seatbelt, I grip his chin. “If you throw up in my car, I’ll kill you.”
He nods. “I’m not sick.”
I climb in the driver seat then tear off for my place. Tristan has the window rolled down with his face in the cool night air. He looks like he’s been crying. I put my hand on his thigh as he glances at me. “You okay?”
He nods. “Yeah.”
We pull up in front of my place and walk inside. Trinity and Tristan both stand looking around.
“Fuck,” Tristan says.
“What?”
“It’s too nice here. You sexy fucker.”
I laugh softly. “Really?”
“Where do I even sit?”
Trinity nods. “I agree. It’s like a showroom.”
“Sit wherever. You guys are dumb.” I put my keys down. “Water or coffee?”
Trinity sits on the armchair. “Water.”
“Same,” Tristan says.
“All right.” I walk in the kitchen and grab two bottled waters. When I bring them out, Tristan is sitting on the floor. “You look like shit.”
“Feel like it too.”
“I think you need a shower.”
He nods. “Bathroom was gross.”
I shake my head. “Come on.” I glance at Trinity. “You good for a few minutes?”
She nods. “I’m good.”
I help Tristan up and lead him down the hall to my bathroom. After turning on the water, I turn around to find him sitting on the toilet.
He gazes up at me with the saddest eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“For?”
“Making you come rescue me.”
“Put your arms up.” He does, and I pull his t-shirt over his head, then kneel so we’re eye to eye. “You sure you’re feeling okay?”
He nods. “A shower will feel better.”
I unbuckle his belt. “Stand up.” He does and I tug his jeans down, revealing his nudity underneath. Ignoring it, I pull his sock and shoes off. My eyes shift up as he gazes down at me, his dick bouncing between us. Exhaling slowly, I stand and put my hands on his shoulders. “I’ll be right here.”
“Join me?”
“Can’t. I’m a pussy.”
