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Vince rolled his eyes. “He was going to convince Darren to dress like Nick Carter from the Backstreet Boys for Halloween.”

“My greatest weakness,” I breathed.

“And I would have gotten away with it too if you kids hadn’t meddled and already fucked in a gay bar,” Paul grumbled.

“All of you?” I demanded.

“Pretty much everyone you know,” Paul agreed. “The only thing I’m sorry about is that I didn’t win. Vince gets five hundred dollars.”

“I’m going to buy you something nice,” Vince said.

“Aw, babe,” Paul said.

“I was talking to myself,” Vince said. “I’m not buying you shit. Maybe you should learn how to bet better next time. Or better yet, keep betting like you do and I’ll just take your money.”

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nbsp; “Engagement off,” Paul said with a scowl.

Vince shrugged. “That’s cool. I’m rich now. I’ll just buy myself love.”

“You’re letting this go to your head,” Paul said. “It’s turning you into a monster. It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.”

“You want to bet on something?” Vince asked Charlie. “Let’s go make bets on things like dogs and horses and food trucks.”

“Dogs and horses and food trucks,” Charlie repeated. “You kids these days.”

“Such a sad tale of rising to the top only to crash hard to the bottom,” Paul said.

“Do you see them?” Charlie asked Darren and me. “This is what you’ve got to look forward to now that you’re together. This is your future.”

“Oh dear god, no,” I whispered.

I tried to pull my hand away from Darren, but he wouldn’t let go. In fact, he pulled me closer to him, wrapping his bare arm around my shoulders, and I was reminded that I was, in fact, still not wearing pants. “We couldn’t be happier about it,” Darren said. “I just care for him so much. It’s like all my dreams have come true.”

I tried to make sure my face didn’t look like I’d just bitten into a lemon covered in dog shit. “Yes,” I got out. “So happy. So much caring. I don’t know if I could have any more caring or happiness than I do right now. And the dreams! Oh god, the dreams.”

“Should we talk about dreams now?” Paul asked innocently.

“Let’s not,” I said, trying to relay to Paul with the power of my eyebrows that I would murder him if he spilled the beans. “Paul, don’t you have that thing at that place to do the stuff?”

“Why, Sandy,” Paul said. “I really don’t think I know what you’re talking about. Because that was pretty much just lies. You liar.”

I needn’t have worried. Paul didn’t need to say a thing.

Because Vince did. He looked at his brother and said, “Sandy had a sex dream where he was giving me a blow job and then you and I got funky with each other.”

“And then you both sucked on my nipples,” Paul whispered to Vince.

“Right, and then we both sucked on Paul’s nipples,” Vince said.

“You had an incestuous sex dream about me?” Darren asked me.

“You really shouldn’t sound smug about that,” I said. “Because of the incest part.”

“Hey,” he said, that smirk returning. “I’m not one to kink shame. Especially when it comes to my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend,” I repeated.


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