Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

MICAH

My father annoyed me. He liked Wilder, not that I didn’t, but as soon as I stepped through my front door, he was there waiting for me and proceeded to tell me exactly about Wilder’s visit. He followed me to the kitchen, where he told me he’d left my gift. I recognized the logo on the bright pink box. Daisy’s Donuts. One of my favorite donut shops, but Wilder wouldn’t have known that.

With shaking hands, I opened the box and dropped my head. He’d remembered. Chocolate cake donuts with coconut flakes. They had always been my favorite. Whenever something bad happened in my life, or we had to move again, I always got some. Wilder didn’t like them because he loathed coconut. When we were kids, I remember he told me that he told his mom to get me that donut special because it was my favorite. The memories were slowly coming back. We had been inseparable, and I loved him as a best friend and brother.

Today, my feelings were a lot more adult and a little more muddled. I felt something, but then seeing that woman at his house, hearing those words from her mouth…I didn’t want to be the dirty secret again. I wanted more.

Rubbing my face with my hands, I released a pent-up breath and then noticed something scrawled on the top of the lid. “I’m sorry. So sorry. If you forgive me, I’ll catch you a beetle and buy you a donut.” I laughed. It was a promise he made to me when we were kids after he accidentally broke my favorite toy. I’d been so upset, and he wanted me to stop crying. Probably because he was afraid of getting into trouble. Today, it made me laugh.

“Sorry, Dad. Whatever you want to tell me will have to wait. I need to go talk to Wilder.”

“Good. Go on and get. I’ll see you two later,” my dad called after me as I left him standing in the kitchen.

It only took ten minutes to get to Wilder’s house, and I wasn’t sure what I was going to say, but the moment he opened the door, it all became clear. “Hey, are you moving in? Are you? Because if you are, I live here too. We can be best friends.”

He laughed. “Just friends?” His smile made my heart race.

I shrugged and pushed him through his door. “Maybe more. Depends on what you have to negotiate with.”

“I have a fire truck with a hose.”

I reached down and gripped his cock. “Feels like it could be a big one.”

The End