My heart breaks for the guy. All this time, he’s been hiding himself away, terrified of what the world would think of him. “I should have known. My gaydar must be off. I knew straight away when I met you that we batted for the same team, but I had absolutely no idea with Spence. If I’d only worked it out sooner, he could have been himself with me instead of feeling the need to hide.”
“Don’t beat yourself up about it,” he tells me, grabbing my leg and giving it a gentle squeeze. “He had us all fooled. Not even I worked it out.”
I let out a heavy sigh and squished my pillow under my head. “So tell me all about it. How did you end up with your knickers around your ankles under the bleachers?” I look back at Milo with a smirk crossing my lips. “He’s the top, isn’t he?”
Milo laughs but the blush that spreads across his cheeks confirms what I already know. “Do you want to hear the story or not?”
“Yes,” I groan, rolling over so I can see the full effect of all of his facial expressions as he recaps his story.
His face instantly brightens and a cheesy as fuck smile tears across his boyish face. “Well, like he said last night after I came out to the guys last week, we got to talking and—”
“Stop,” I demand, cutting him off. “You’ve already skipped crucial details. Who initiated the talking? Who came to who?”
Milo rolls his eyes and grabs the pillow from behind his back. I instantly get smacked over the head. “I’m seriously so close to telling you to come up with your own damn story and calling it quits.”
“Fine, okay,” I laugh. “I’ll shut up, but don’t skip out on the details.”
He rolls his eyes again but thankfully gets on with the story, this time giving me the information I want to know. “Okay, so that night, Spencer showed up at my door after the party and he looked like he was going to be sick and then just blurted it out like word vomit. Almost as though his secret had been eating him up inside and was forcing its way out of his mouth. But once the words were out, he was like a whole new version of himself. He was freed from his own torture and fuck, babe. It really suits him.”
A fond smile sets itself over Milo’s face and I find myself smiling right back. “You really do care about him, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I think I do. I mean, it’s weird. This time last week, I would have laughed at the thought of me and Spencer hitting it off, but so much has changed. It’s insane.”
“You’re telling me. I was wracking my mind trying to figure out who the guy you were screwing behind the bleachers was for days and the answer was right under my nose the whole time? You know, I can honestly tell you that Spencer never entered my mind.”
“I know,” he laughs, “Which is why I told you about it in the first place. I knew that tiny snippet of information was going to drive you insane.”
“You’re such a bitch.”
“I know,” he grins. “Anyway, so he came over that night, and the more we talked, the closer we seemed to get. I didn’t even realize it until we were practically on top of each other. It’s almost like our bodies were drawing us together. We talked all night and before I knew it, the sun was up and he was shocked that we’d stayed up like that. He went to leave and I don’t even know what possessed me to do it but I just grabbed him and kissed him.”
“Wait,” I say, wide-eyed. “You kissed him?”
“Yeah,” he laughs. “I was shocked too. I’m all talk and no game. I didn't even know I had it in me to make the first move like that.”
“Well, shit. What did he do?”
“He pulled back and we both just kinda stared at each other in shock and then without warning, he kissed me back and since then … well, you know.”
“No way,” I laugh. “That’s insane. You guys literally just figured everything out in the space of a day while Colton and I were tiptoeing around the topic for months.”
“That’s true. You two were giving me whiplash for ages, but now that everything has calmed down, you guys can just focus on being together and being happy.”
My mind instantly takes me to all the bullshit with Nic and the Wolves which then reminds me of the goddamn bandage at the back of my neck. “Well, nearly everything has calmed,” I remind him.
“Yeah,” he says with a heavy sigh. “Were you ever planning on going down to the police station and making a statement about you being Jude’s other rape victim?”