Page 96 of Crave Thy Neighbor

We don’t speak.

Don’t make a sound.

Not when another orgasm races through me and not when he empties himself inside of me.

Something passes between us.

Something that scares me.

That scares him.

And I know in that moment we are completely screwed.

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Nolan

Maya told me yesterday River knows about us, so I wasn’t surprised when my phone started blowing up on the jobsite today.

Dean: I FUCKING KNEW IT!

Dean: “Nothing,” he said.

Dean: Nothing my ass!

Dean: Fucker.

Me: Are you done having a hissy fit?

Dean: No.

Dean: Yes.

Dean: Beers tonight?

Me: Hole in One? 7?

Dean: Sounds good.

Dean: You owe me several drinks.

Dean: GIF of someone shaking head

“That your girlfriend again?” Jake asks, legs swinging back and forth as we take a break on the bed of my truck.

“No, Dean—though sometimes he feels like my girlfriend.”

Jake laughs. “Best friends can be pains in the dick…much like girlfriends.”

“You ain’t lying there.” I lift my hard hat and run my hand through my hair before putting it back in place. “He found out about my…roommate.”

The word feels like acid in my mouth.

Wrong and painful.

Jake whistles. “He pissed?”

“I think he’s more upset his girlfriend found out before he did.”

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