Page 69 of What if I Told You

Is my hand going numb?

I wiggle my fingers and toes and all seems to be in fine working order.

Fuck, it’s hot in here.

Am I going crazy?

Is that what’s happening?

I kissed my best friend…no, I more than kissed her. I finger fucked her, and now I’m going bat shit crazy?

I squeeze my eyes shut and tell myself that everything is fine. This is all fine. She’ll wake up and be blissfully happy and we’ll figure something out.

It’s fine.

Totally fine.

Alright, worst-case scenario.

No. I don’t want to think about the worst case.

Shit. But now I can’t stop thinking about it.

I need the guys.

I need them to tell me I did the right thing and everything is going to work out fine.

Quietly picking up my phone from my bedside table, I send a message to our group text chat.

Me

MAYDAY! MAYDAY!

Me

MAY FUCKING DAY!

Me

PLEASE LET THIS BE A DAY WHERE YOU ARE ALL UP EARLY!

Bear

Well, I wasn’t but the incessant dings on my phone have now woken me up.

Harrison

Moving a little slow, but I’m up. What’s going on?

Ledger

I’m up watching sports tv. Did you guys hear about Bodhi Roche? The kid scored every goal for his team last night.

Oliver

This better be good Blackstone. I’m giving up morning head for this.

Griffin

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