Page 48 of Twisted Minds

“I won’t let him kill you. Too many plans for that nice ass,” I assure him. Mark grabs his phone and frowns. “What?”

Ignoring me, he unlocks it his and his eyes widen. “Holy fucking shit.”

“What?” He shows me the photo. “Oh my god.”

Noah:

What the hell do I do about this?

In the photo, my best friend is sleeping on what I recognize as Noah’s comforter, ass up, naked as the day he was born. “Oh no.”

“Oh my god,” Mark laughs, video-calling Noah. He waits until he picks up, and when Noah comes into frame, he’s wearing the red hoodie Sawyer was wearing last night. Thank god I can’t see below his chest. “Nice job.”

“What the hell do I do about this?! He’s been sleeping all morning.”

“It’s only ten,” I say.

“Hello, Hamish. Your chest hairs are looking extremely lush this early in the morning.”

“It’s Hunt—”

Mark shakes his head. “Just wake him up, Noah.”

“I’ve tried that. My roommate is gone for the weekend, thank god. Shit got weird after we left you guys.”

“I thought he was just dropping you off. What the hell happened?” Mark laughs.

“What dorm does he stay at!?” Noah hisses.

“Dorm C,” I say. “He has to wake up, though. He usually goes home for the weekend, so his mom will wonder where he is. I’ll text her, though, and say he crashed with me last night.”

“Did you guys sleep together?”

“Mark, I swear to—” He hisses. “Wait. Wait a minute. Why are you two together this early in the morning?” The mischief in his voice makes my eyes roll. “Oh, did you give it good to Puck Daddy?”

“Please stop calling me that.”

“Noah, wake Sawyer up. Send him home. Release him from your demon grasp.”

“Excuse me. Only one of us had the beast inside him last night and it wasn’t me. My ass feels fine, and believe me, I’ve seen it. I’d feel something if he’d fucked me.”

“That’s too much information,” I say.

“He’s your best friend! I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.”

“I . . .” I look to Mark. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Noah, you’re an idiot.”

Ignoring us, Noah muses. “It’s been a while since I’ve topped.” Noah thinks for a moment. “I bet I was great. Clearly, I was, as he is in a mini coma right now!”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know. He walked me up to my dorm, but he was acting weird, so I asked him if he wanted a drink. One drink turned into two drinks, and then next thing I know, goodbye clothing. Hello, Sawyer’s perfectly sculpted ass.”

“And we will be going now. Bye.”

“You better give me details later!” Mark hangs up.

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