Page 2 of A Halloween Kind of Night

So we were stuck going to the party in the weirdest costumes I’d ever seen. He was a puppy and I was a dog trainer. I had a name tag and everything. He’d gotten the idea from someone he’d met online. I’d tried to understand the costume, but every time I asked questions, he blushed.

So I’d done the smart thing and stopped asking.

I definitely didn’t have the good logic or judgment in our friendship either.

“It’s going to be fine. We’re not going to ask for coffee no matter what he’s serving. We’re going to not stare at anyone interesting. We’re going to talk to anyone we recognize…like usall being there is perfectly normal…and then we’re going to head home.” If we got a good dessert or a drink, that would just be a bonus.

“Yes, we’re going to relax and hang out, not be weird if we see anyone we know, and we’re not going to make Skyler crazy.” Wynn didn’t seem confident about the last part of our to-do list, but it didn’t surprise me.

“He’ll probably be distracted with all the people and won’t even notice us.” I was hopeful about that for about thirty seconds until we turned the corner and could see the door of the coffee shop.

He was waiting outside.

Fuck.

“Is it weird that I’m having to remind myself we were invited?” Wynn sounded like he was either going to orgasm or hyperventilate, and I wasn’t sure which would’ve been weirder.

“No.” There were definitely other parts that were stranger. “He looks like a bouncer for the mob and we’re trying to get into the underground speakeasy he runs.”

Wynn coughed, trying not to laugh. “That’s the plot of the book I was telling you about.”

I knew it’d sounded familiar.

“Tell me he doesn’t look like that plot come to life? He’s wearing a tux for fuck’s sake.” He looked hot in it too. “Maybe he’s James Bond?”

“There’s no way he’s dressed up as something that normal.” Wynn was so confident about that I knew he’d end up beingright. “Our brains just don’t work the same way his does, so we’ll never guess.”

He was definitely right about that too.

“Just don’t react weird no matter what it turns out to be.” I wasn’t ready for any moreaccept yourself and stop hidinglectures. “And don’t drool.”

Wynn huffed like he was offended but he closed his mouth after he licked his lips, so he knew there’d been a good chance he’d actually been drooling.

“You’re insane.” He wasn’t wrong, but not for the reasons he probably thought. “So am I, though.”

Yep.

“Agreed.” My response had him shooting me a glare. “It’s Halloween and we’re going to Skyler’s coffee shop where every BDSM person he knows is going to be hanging out.”

My point made, he frowned and turned forward again. “You’re so grumpy. You didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to.”

He was insane.

“I’m your trainer. I had to come.” I meant it in the costume kind of way but Wynn almost took a header into the sidewalk. “Fuck.”

I caught him before he went down, but it was close.

“Did you trip on your tail?” I managed to make that sound like a reasonable question, but it was hard.

“No.” Mumbling something about just being stupid, he straightened and kept walking. “Thanks, though.”

“No problem.” Big confusion…but no problems. “Just don’t die before we get to the party or I’ll look like a terrible trainer.”

His groan was mostly normal Wynn kind of drama, but the way he was blushing said I’d missed something.

He was just as weird as Skyler…maybe that was why he had a crush on the guy? Kindred spirits and all?

Wait.

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