Page 158 of Gym Bros
“Who started it?”
“Hard to say. Probably me?”
“Because you like her? Likethat?”
“I love her, I mean. She’s my best friend.”
“But do youloveher?”
“I don’t know. I mean—I don’t mind when she hooks up with guys. We’ve shared before too, made out a few times for show, but last night—I don’t know. Iwantedher. Is that so weird?”
“Idon’t think so,” I say honestly. Was there any under the cover action?” I ask.
“Just boobs. And maybe some grinding.”
“Did you?—”
“Oh yeah. Big time.”
I smile and sit back in my seat. “I love this. I love knowing this. If she tries to give me any shit about anything?—”
“Secret, Calyx. You promised.”
“Ugh. I knew better than to promise that.”
“I’m in no way saying I’m done with dick,” Priya says suddenly and emphatically.
I laugh. “Okay.”
“But do you think there’s a guy out there who would take on two?”
“I think that’s pretty much a given,” I tell her. If only Isaac were straight. Two lovers is probably exactly what it would take to keep him happy.
“It’s just a thought,” she says quickly.
“Of course.”
“Don’t tell her I told you. But if she tells you, you have to tell me.”
“Jesus, you two. You really do kind of belong together, you know?”
“Yes. I know. You say it all the time. We’re a handful.”
Rachel is back with three beers, and she passes them out. “What?” she asks, examining both our perfectly blank expressions. Then she makes a face at Priya. “You told him?”
“What?No.”
“You totally did. She told you didn’t she?” Rachel asks me.
“Do you two mind?” I say, gesturing to the octagon. “My boyfriend is about to come out.”
“I hope she also told you I made her come twice,” Rachel says, to which, Priya is quick to add:
“So did you, bitch.”
“Oh my god.” I sink into my seat, trying not to let my laughter take over my body. Good luck to whatever men decide to try taming them.
The blaring music quiets, and the announcer comes on themic. “In the men’s middleweight division, please welcome to the octagon, San Francisco’s own Samuel “Saber” Ray fighting for NorCal KO Elite.”
