Page 6 of Collisions and Decisions

Does he not have a gag reflex?

These types of unhelpful and unnecessary thoughts have been plaguing me all week. And it only got worse four days ago, when I got a text from Bear wondering if he could give Wyatt my number.

I told my best friend’s man I’d think about it.

Then later, Drew asked me why Bear wanted my phone number, and I couldn’t lie to him, but I also couldn’t tell him the truth. So I hedged. “It’s nothing bad, but I’m not ready to talk about it. And,” I went on, before his face got even more scrunched up with worry. “It has nothing to do with you or him. It’s all about me.”

That pacified my best friend for long enough. He’s been insanely busy since news broke that he planned the wedding of the world’s most famous rockstar—Sterling—to Jules Dupont, Wyatt and Bear’s teammate and the best hockey player of his generation. Now, everyone in Vegas wants Drew to plan their wedding and he’s fully booked for the next six months.

So I bet Drew hasn’t even had time to think about the whole thing.

And that’s a good thing.

Itis.

Because I know he’d haveopinionsif he knew what I’m about to do, and why.

I’m going to text Wyatt, ask him to come over and fuck me hard, so I can get over him and his huge dick.

Then we’ll both forget about each other. I can go back to enjoying my work without thinking about him, and he can go back to fucking as many women and men as he wants, and explore his bisexuality to his heart’s content.

So why am I stalling?

I don’t know. But I did write it out as soon as Bear texted his phone number to me. I just can’t seem to hit send.

I don’t know why I didn’t just tell Bear to give my number to Wyatt, why I have to be the one to text him, but I’m regretting it now.

I wish I knew why he wanted my number. Maybe he just wants to tell me he had a good time. Maybe he doesn’t want to see me again.

Oh for the love of God, just send the stupid text.

The voice in my head sounds as over it as I feel, so I just send it.

Xander

Hey, Wyatt. Bear told me you wanted my number. You wanna hang out again?

Is that completely lame? Yes, yes, it is, but it’s too late now, because I can see he’s seen the text. Jesus here we go.

Wyatt

Hey Xander.

I’m glad you texted. I’d love to see you again.

Would you like to go to dinner tonight?

“What? Dinner? No.” I shake my head at my phone. “Okay, Xander, deep breaths, don’t panic yet.”

Xander

I was thinking something more chill. Why don’t you come by my place tonight.

There. That’s nice but direct, right? He’ll get that I don’t want to date him, but I do want to get dicked down.

Wyatt

Okay. I’d like that.

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