Page 157 of Gym Bros
“Is she alive?” Priya asks, not sounding too concerned about it.
I slap her leg.
“What?” she gestures at the cage. “I mean—oh. She’s fine.”
One of the losing fighter’s trainers has waved something under her nose, and she jerks back to consciousness. She’s now being helped up while the referee declares Samuel’s apparent teammate the winner.
Her victorious grin is the stuff of horror movies. I check my watch. It’s three-thirty. “I think I will take a beer.”
Rachel pats my leg. “I got you.”
I lean my head on Priya’s shoulder. “What do I see in him exactly?”
“Samuel?”
“Mmhm.”
“He makes you smile. He brings out the best in you. He’s hot. He’s sweet. He does whatever you tell him to.”
“He also has a big dick,” I say to keep things real and not go off into woo-woo romance land.
She snickers. “Even better.”
“Knows what to do with it, too,” I add unnecessarily.
“Yeah? What was that someone once said about twenty-year old guys?”
“I might have been right about that. I wouldn’t know. Didn’t fuck him until he was twenty-one. We’re going to Hawaii for Christmas,” I say, speaking it definitively into the universe.
“Seriously?” She perks up and turns to me. “Do you have room for two more?”
I smile. “I don’t own Hawaii, but our room is full.”
“Are you glad you took a chance on him?”
“Honestly, it didn’t feel like taking a chance,” I tell her. “It felt more like giving into a craving. And then once I realized the risk, it was too late. I was already too far gone.”
“Well, that’s no help,” she says.
I frown. “No help with what?”
Priya’s dark eyes are wide, and her mouth is tense. “Can you keep a secret? Like a super intense, super secret secret?”
“Yeah.”
“Rachel and I made out last night. Or like—I guess you could say we hooked up.”
My own eyes feel like they’re bulging from their sockets. “Excuse me?”
“We were really drunk—so—there’s that, and this morning we both just kind of laughed it off, and I pretended like—how’d I wind up here half naked in your bed, you know?”
I nod carefully.
“It was good, Calyx…like...” She inhales deeply. “Hot.”
“But you’re not talking about it?”
Her mouth twists, and she shakes her head. “Not yet.”
