Page 51 of Twisted Minds

“Why not?”

I have no real proof to back up how I feel. I just . . . I just don’t trust him. “Just trust me. You can do way better.”

“Isn’t he your friend?”

I have to tread lightly. Noah doesn’t know the situation, and if he goes back and tells Derrick any of this, it could fuck me over. It’ll ruin any shot I have of getting Sawyer and me justice. “No, not really. Just please, you can do better.”

“Look, if you’re still in love with me just say that.”

“Oh my god, shut up. Just don’t go out with him, alright? Trust me. Please. You have an entire roster of hockey players to go through.”

“Mm, true.” Noah gets off my bed, undressing like it’s no big deal. Walking around in bikini briefs, he goes to his drawer.

“Can you not?”

“What? You’ve been inside me. What’s the issue?” He shakes his head and grabs one of his crop T-shirts, slipping it on. “Get into one relationship and suddenly you can’t see another man’s ass.”

“Maybe I don’t want to seeyourass.”

Noah’s face twists with misplaced sympathy. “No . . . that doesn’t sound right.” Thankfully, I’m already wearing sweats and don’t need to change. I just watch Noah toss clothes from his drawer with my mind still on Derrick. I sit on his bed feeling fidgety again. “You alright?”

“I have a lot on my mind.” I have so many things happening all at once and I don’t know how to handle this. “I need . . . fuck. Sorry. I’m not good at the feelings thing.”

“Tell me about what you guys did at the fair after you ditched me and Bakery Booty.”

I laugh. “How was that? Was it good at least?”

“We didn’t sleep together,” Noah says flatly.

“What? What happened?”

Noah plops onto his bed, pouting. “After we left you two losers we were going to go right back to our dorms. Seymour’s room is on the floor below me. He was, I don’t know, sad about something. And me being the amazing friend I am, I just wanted to make him feel better. We were only going to have a few drinks, and well, a few drinks turned into a lot of drinks. We started making out . . . it was hot, right. Man can kiss, I’ll give him that. Then it started getting hotter, and I’m taking off my clothes . . .he’s taking off his clothes. Juicy shit. Man has an ass sculpted by the gods. Then Sean started to cry. When I realized they weren’t tears of joy from seeing me in the nude, we stopped. He continued to cry and talk about this guy he’d dated for a bit, cried some more, threw up on my favorite fucking pillow, Mark, and then fell asleep face down on my bed, naked. Besides moving his head so he wouldn’t choke on his vomit, I didn’t want to move him.”

“What!?”

Noah shrugs, inspecting his nails. “I could tell he was really embarrassed about it. He didn’t remember much. I felt bad. I told him all I remembered was that we hooked up and both passed out. That’s all I remembered. I’ll tell him eventually, but I don’t know. That boy is a lot. Sexy, but a lot. There’s only enough room for one drama queen in my life.” Noah thinks. “He baked me cupcakes, though—apology cupcakes. They were fucking incredible. I’d fake sleep with him all the time if that was my reward. He must have assumed the dick was good.”

“You’re something else.”

“Tell me about you and Puck Daddy.” I smile thinking about Hunter. That night was incredible, along with every moment after. Well, except being yelled at by Jamie. “You guys had sex!” Noah shouts.

“Shh, don’t yell.” Noah hops up on his hands and knees on his bed, bouncing like a child waiting for a Christmas present. “Tell me everything! Don’t leave any details out. Did you fuck him good? Make him scream? Did he tell you how big you are like I used to, to humor you?”

This is my friend. “No uh, we um . . . I mean he . . .” I look away. My neck heats. Images flash by like a film reel in my mind.

“No.” I nod. “No!” He slaps me with a pillow. “I want to hear everything!”

So, I tell him everything. From the Ferris wheel to us at Hunter’s house to him unleashing this need inside me. “God, I’m jealous. How the fuck do you have a boyfriend before I do?”

“I’d introduce you to his roommate but he’s an asshole.”

“Is he hot?”

Jamie is good looking, just not my type. Honestly, it doesn’t help that each time I see him he looks like he wants to crush my skull. “He said I sounded like a dying eagle when I come.”

Noah slaps my arm. “That’s what that sound is! I couldn’t place it.”

“I hate you.” Why the hell did I tell him that?

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