Page 19 of Drag Me Up

Last night was amazing for me and a one of a kind experience. And since it was one of a kind, I don’t want to ruin that memory. Please understand this isn’t a reflection on your skills because sweet baby Jesus, you are a sex god. If fate ever brings us back together, I’ll take it as a sign.

Thank you,

Your King

Tucking the note into my back pocket, I exit the suite. Not wanting to deal with anyone seeing my walk of shame, I use the stairs to go all the way down to the parking lot, bypassing the lobby. Climbing into my Elantra, I feel horribly out of place surrounded by the brand new Porsches and BMWs. God, he is so out of my league.

I’m a fucking idiot.

I just sit in my car, waiting for the defroster to clear the morning fog from my windshield and wait for my phone to power back on. It must have died on me at some point last night. The sound of the “Hello Moto”echoing through my silent car reminds me that I forgot to turn the radio back to the satellite radio instead of using the Android Auto to stream music.

Picking up my phone, I notice a couple new text messages from the guys I’ve befriended the last couple of weeks.

Spencer:

Hurt him and I’ll bury you

Clarence:

Call me when you get this.

Eli:

Don’t make me kill you. I have the connections to make you disappear

Clarence:

The SECOND you get this

Jax:

You should’ve picked a different starter dick

I’m completely lost as to what is going on. I thought everything was good when I left the club last night, so I hit the button to call Clarence. Wincing at the hour, I hope he’s a morning person because the sun is barely over the horizon.

“Thank fuck,” he says instead of a greeting. “I thought someone killed you. Not you, Theo. Go back to sleep, babe.”

I let out a chuckle as I drop my head back against theheadrest. At least someone out there doesn’t want to kill me for some unknown reason.

“Why does everyone suddenly want to kill me?”

Clarence sighs dramatically and I hear rustling noises followed by what sounds like a door closing.

“Do you know who you took home from the bar last night?”

Horror shoots through me. “Fuck. Don’t tell me he isn’t single.”

“No. It’s nothing like that,” my friend hurries to reassure me. “It’s just that he is… Well, he’s a bit fragile even if he refuses to admit it. A lot of people love him and worry about him and his decisions when he starts exhibiting certain patterns.”

Thinking back on some of the recent conversations I’ve overheard since moving into the trailer, I have a feeling that I know what the connection is and let out a sigh.

“This is the roommate who is bipolar, isn’t it?” I ask, already knowing what his response will be.

“It’s more than just that,” he tells me as I hear a Keurig in the background. “Are you home? This is going to be more than a phone call if you think you might want more with him. If you’re content with just the one night, I have to ask you to pretend it never happened if you see him again.”

“I’ll be home in about fifteen minutes,” I tell him as I pull out of the parking space. “I want forever if he’ll have me. I don’t know why, but it feels like we’re meant to be.”

Clarence starts coughing on the other end of the calland manages to choke out that he will come over as soon as I’m home, so I rush as much as I can to get there. At the top of the hill, I glance over toward the house, hoping to see the Mini parked with the other vehicles. I tell myself it’s because I want to make sure he made it home safely, that’s all.

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