Page 117 of Hollow Heart

But, God, was it fucking worth it.

Better than I fantasized about, that’s for sure.

I stare at Duncan in the low light, appreciating the sight.

Then the door opens, and there is a scream.

I turn to see the owner of the pipes, and realize it’s Bobby.

Fuck.

“What the hell, don’t you knock?” Duncan yips, and I pull the covers up as if that’s going to hide my naked ass, but I’m in his fucking bed.

You don’t have to be a math genius to put two and two together.

“Oh, so the open door policy doesn’t include you?” Bobby snarks.

“Bobby...” Duncan sighs.

“This is the guy?” Bobby says with a screech.

Duncan is flustered, gruffly pulling on his shirt and I watch the two of them, feeling like all I want to do is disappear into this mattress.

“Yes,” Duncan replies, running his hand over his face.

Bobby’s eyes widen.

I think he’s going to say something, maybe freak out, but instead, Bobby looks between us and says, “This makes us even, now. Well, this and an extra ticket to the show. Please.”

Duncan raises an eyebrow, his jaw tense.

“You, your aunt, and...”

“Done,” I say with a shrug.

“Brendan. Duh.”

I raise my hand, but nobody acknowledges me. “Who’s Brendan?”

“His friend,” Duncan bites at the same time Bobby says, “My boyfriend.”

Oh.

Oh.

Shit.

“And a car.” Bobby crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow at his father.

“Absolutely not!” Duncan bites, shooing him out of the room. “Ticket, fine. Car no.”

I hear them talking as Bobby whines, but relents, and I can’t help but laugh.

I seem to do a lot of that around Duncan, and I get the feeling that will never change.

But hey, if I can handle being caught bare-assed by my boyfriend’s kid, surely, I can handle telling the world I’m gay and in love with my drummer, right?

Right?

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