Page 2 of Dark Little Game
Left.
Right.
“Wasn’t a single day of high school that your brother didn’t fucking piss me off,” I mutter.
The words spill out of my mouth before I can filter them. I wish I could shove them back in.
“Well, we’re not in high school anymore.”
“Damn right.”
Back then, Hunterwasstronger than me.
That’s not the case anymore.
Look left.
Look right.
Behind me, then back in front.
“No more all-nighters for me,” I tell him. “Think I’m starting to lose it.”
“Stone and Flame party is tomorrow, so you better get sleep tonight.”
“All I ask is that it’s better than last night’s party.”
Wes makes a mock cooing sound. “Poor little Rayne didn't have his boyfriend around to get his cock wet? Aww, is that yourpwoblem?”
“Shut the fuck up. Also yes, it is.”
Weston puffs out a heavy breath. “Mikael is such a fucking prick.”
“Talking shit about my boyfriend now?”
“I tell Mikael he’s a prick to his face all the time. Double Daggers fuckface.”
“Same, honestly,” I say. “His phone is turned off again today, I guess. Haven’t heard from him.”
He hums, casting me a glance. “Red flags just make your cock hard, I guess.”
Red flags make my cock hard.
Massive understatement.
It may as well be the title of my goddamn biography.
I slip out my phone and jot off another couple of texts to Mikael that he’ll probably never respond to.
You around?
Want to see you tonight. xx
Channeling a polite tone into my texts feels like trying to put a bandage on a broken femur.
I’m shocked when he responds right away, ignoring the messages I sent yesterday asking where he was.
Mikael: Maybe. Kiss kiss
