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“God no,” I say, taking another sip of my cucumber water. “I would rather die.”
Dex lets out a small laugh. “Right, well…” His eyes flit to the inside of his condo, and he clears his throat. “Hold on.”
I close my eyes, trying to relax and listen to the birds and not think about bodies under the house I’ve been living in, but then I hear a small crash behind me and turn to see Dex bending down to grab something that fell.
And that’s when I see it. Or rather, him.
Roman.
Our eyes meet, and he ducks down behind the kitchen counter, breathing heavily.
My gaze swivels to Dex, and I arch an eyebrow. His cheeks darken, and he shrugs. Like he’s just as confused as I am.
Well, well,well.
I set my cucumber water down and stand up, needing to get the details. Because listen, it’s Deaf culture. There are no secrets. I move to where Roman is crouched down behind the counter, and Dex lets out a small laugh.
‘Do-do?’ I ask, my eyebrows elevated.
Roman sighs and stands up, his face flushed and his hair a little wild. And if I look really close, I can see his lips are slightly bruised and puffy.
Oh my, what happened here last night? I don’t bother asking because if I know Roman, I know he’s not going to tell me.
‘Don’t know,’ he replies. ‘Woke up here confused.’
Dex rolls his eyes, having caught some of that, but because I need some drama in my life other than Michael and human teeth, I make sure to interpret that.
Dex eyes Roman, and Roman expertly avoids his gaze.
‘Well, you’re here. Might as well join me and Dex for breakfast,’ I say and sign at the same time.
Roman scowls. ‘No, I’m going home.’ He touches his lips and peers at Dex, who is watching him intently.
‘Sure?’ Dex asks, and Roman slaps his hand angrily.
‘Yes. Sure. Need go.’ He steps around Dex and rushes to the door, letting himself out with a slam.
Only he must have forgotten something because the door opens a minute later while I’m laughing uncontrollably at Dex and whatever shit he seems to have gotten into with Roman.
Roman stalks back in, his nostrils flaring, his cheeks dark red. ‘Forgot phone.’
Dex hands it to him, and Roman swipes it from his hand, but as he does, something starts to play on the screen. I don’t see it, but I hear it. Choking sounds, gurgling, moans. I recognize it almost immediately, and it doesn’t take a very active imagination to picture someone choking on a dick.
I gasp and throw a hand over my mouth.
Roman glares at me. ‘What?’
‘Phone. Can hear blowjob.’ That sign is basically just the actual act of giving head, and Roman stares down at his phone screen and quickly turns it off.
‘Fuck you,’ he signs, shoving his middle finger toward Dex.
Dex is deadpan when he replies, ‘You asked me to film.’
Roman’s eyes widen, and he storms out of the apartment, the door rattling from the slam he gives it.
“Kinky,” I say, and Dex blushes.
“Yeah, well, can we not talk about it?”
