Page 52 of What Is Love
Right. That was a silly question. I could have sworn I hadn’t told Bram my name at the movie theater. I hadn’t even known his name was Bram until Wyatt had told me.
“Let’s go,” Reid said, pulling me from my thoughts. He walked ahead of me, leading the way back to Roe and Wyatt.
I wasdrunk and currently reading the million messages Brandon had texted me. Wyatt had been right. He hadn’t responded to my text for nearly an hour. At first, he was mad I had left. He accused me of lying. Then he said it made him look bad to his teammates that I’d just left and it was almost an hour until he saw my text. That it had taken one of his teammates to point out that I had been gone for a while. After that, his texts were worded to make me feel guilty. He asked why I wouldn’t tell him. Told me that he would have taken me home and stuck around to make sure I was okay. He reminded me thathewas my boyfriend, that I could rely on him. As his messages progressed, I could see he was getting drunker and drunker because of all the typos.
Now I was receiving dirty texts asking if he could come over.
Brandon: Lit e come over
Brandon: I wAnt to fuk u so bad
Brandon: I cant fuk m y hand anynore
Brandon: I wan ttoo eat ur psusy
Each time he texted, my phone dinged.
“Shit, is that the boyfriend?” Wyatt asked from the front passenger seat. Roe was driving, about to cross the bridge to my side of town.
Back at Noble’s, Reid had given a vague rundown of what had happened with Donnie and Bram. Roe had looked furious and reached for my hand.
“Fucking Donnie. Why am I not surprised?” Wyatt had said. “You all right, gorgeous?”
I had nodded.
Reid had said he’d take Mac home and we’d gone our separate ways after that.
“I can’t deal with this right now,” I said as I slouched in the back seat.
Wyatt turned around and snatched my phone from my hand.
“Hey,” I said without any oomph because I was drunk and didn’t really care.
I watched as he read over the texts. With each one, his eyes got wider. “These are X-rated.” He chuckled. “He’s trying to guilt you into fucking him.” He looked at me. “A real man doesn’t do that.”
“Is that what he’s texting her?” Roe asked from the driver’s seat.
“Oh yeah,” Wyatt said as he continued to read.
I sighed exhaustedly. “He’s probably outside my house right now.”
“From these texts, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s knocking on your front door as we speak with his dick already out,” Wyatt said.
The car slowed to a stop and pulled to the side of the road. We had just crossed the Kendry Bridge. Roe just sat there for a second, staring at the steering wheel.
“You all right there, Roe?” Wyatt asked.
Roe put the car in park and turned to look at me in the back seat. “Spend the night at our place tonight.”
Wyatt’s brows rose for only a second before he quickly recovered and nodded. “I think that’s a good idea. You don’t want to go home and deal with this drunk piece of shit.”
I looked from Wyatt back to Roe. His expression was so serious as he waited for my response.
I was drunk. So giving in to my wants didn’t take as much convincing as it normally would. “Okay.”
Roe faced forward, put the car back in drive, and turned it around. We went back across the Kendry Bridge and headed for Roe and Wyatt’s house.
“My dad is still at the bar. He won’t be home for a few more hours and will sleep for most of the day tomorrow. He won’t even know that you’re here,” Roe explained as he pulled into his driveway.
