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Anton

Hang at yours? I’ll bring the beer

Jude

Would love to but don’t wanna get you sick. Gimme a bit

There went a half-truth into a full-blown lie. Jude cringed the second he sent the reply.

Anton

K feel better. I’ll check in later

Jude

Thanx

Jude stared at his phone a couple of seconds, rereading the exchange. He’d just lied to the one person heneverlied to. Or skipped a night out with for a piece of ass. Shaking his head, he shoved his phone back into his pocket, allowing the guilt to wash over him. It was also a bit of a gut punch. He’d been forced to lie. Being reminded that there was no way Anton would approve of him being with Foster didn’t sit well, either.

Eventually, shit was hitting the fan. What the fuck would he do then?

His phone vibrated again.

Foster

Wings, Filipino, or Italian?

Jude fought the smile spreading across his lips. One second he was questioning himself and the next giddy as a schoolgirl because the hot guy he had a crush on texted him.

A crush? The fuck?

Jude

What if I said no to all?

Foster

Gimme a suggestion then

Jude

Filipino. Save the wings for a Sunday

Foster

You inviting me over to watch football and eat wings?

Jude

No

He eyed that firm no. What could it hurt to try hanging out with Foster for an afternoon to see if it was more than sex between them? If it wasn’t, he could calm the fuck down.

Jude

Maybe but don’t push your luck

Foster

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