Page 311 of Breaking the Rules
Wes cuts in. "Fuck, dude, you gonna pull one of those 'it would look better on my floor' lines? 'Cause you should know that doesn't work." Wes looks to me.Am I right?
"Worst thing a guy could say about my dress," I agree.
"That's not how you hang clothes." Franklin nods.
Hunter chuckles. "What about I prefer your lipstick on my cock?"
"Fuck, that escalated." Wes shakes his head. "They think they're all coy and subtle about fucking."
"Oh." Franklin raises a brow.
Wes whispers something.
Franklin chuckles.
I mean, he's right.
We're so stupid flirting a dozen feet from my brother. Especially when I keep insisting we wait on telling him.
Brendon is in the zone, sure, but it only takes one loud comment to send him into caveman mode.
And that…
I so don't have the mental space for that.
"I don't remember anyone asking for your opinion," I say.
"What about me?" Franklin asks.
"Well, since you asked so nicely." I motiongo on.
"You're a cute couple," he says.
Wes shakes his head. "That's betrayal."
"Speak the truth." Franklin holds out his hand.
Wes shakes. Walks him to the door.
Returns with company.
"Look who the cat dragged in?" Wes motions to Griffin, who's incredibly non-plussed.
"You asked me to meet you here," Griffin says.
"You're ruining the mystery, Grif," Wes says.
Griffin shakes his head in thatyou're ridiculousway of his.
He comes by a lot. To check on Hunter. Or meet Wes. Or just say hey.
He's a good guy.
He obviously wants to be here.
But he's just… not.
"You gonna take a gig here yet?" Wes asks.
