Chapter 12

12

Ryeson

I t feels like I’ve got a hangover. All the confusion churning in my stomach. My thoughts hammering away, giving me a throbbing headache. And the fucked-up part is that I don’t regret doing it. It was the most epic sexual experience of my life. Owning Baylor’s pleasure was hot as fuck. And hands down, he’s the best fucking kisser. But now…in the light of the next day…with Baylor passed out next to me, I know it can’t happen again.

It's one thing to want to mess around and explore things. But Bay is my best friend, and if things get fucked between us, if one of us wakes up and realizes this was a mistake, our friendship is going to be over. And having my buddy in my life trumps all. So, like it or not, it has to stop.

“What time is it?” I hear his groggy voice as he rolls over and stretches out, giving me an up-close view of his morning wood. I turn away, grabbing my phone. “It’s twelve thirty.”

“Ah. Shit. I have to get going. I told my mom I’d help her set up for the charity event.” He sits up and runs his hands through his hair before he scratches his balls. He’s crashed at my place probably a thousand nights since we were kids, and I’ve never paid attention to him or his body before. I’ve never wanted to offer to scratch his balls for him before. It feels like I’m turning into an obsessed freak.

“Yeah, I have to get this place cleaned up before the folks get home.” They don’t get back until tomorrow, but I need him to think they’ll be back tonight. That way, when he asks if we want to hang out later, I have the perfect excuse.

“Dude, you want me to help before I take off?” He stands up and looks at the mess we made, the chip bags everywhere, the plates and empty soda cans. His dick springs right up, pointing directly at me, and I have to fight the urge to reach for it.

“Nah. I’ve got this covered. You go help your mom.” I need him to get on out of here so I can have my what-the-fuck moment in peace. The fact that I’m fighting not to offer to give him a hand with his pronounced issue, is seriously ludicrous.

“All right, man. I’ll call you when I’m done.”

“Sounds good.” Though I probably won’t answer the phone. I need a couple days to pull my shit together and clear my fucking head.