My arms wrap around his neck, unable to get close enough. I could easily live right here, in his arms, and never get tired of it. I’m not sure how long we stand there, lost in each other’s mouths, but by the time we finally break apart, my lips tingle and my head feels fuzzy.
He places a kiss on my forehead before I climb into the car. “Text me when you make it home safe, okay?”
“Okay, night.”
Chapter Eighteen
Anderson
One Week Later
Fuck, I’m exhausted.
Our flight was delayed out of Dallas last night and we didn’t get home until after two. Then I was woken up at like a quarter to eight by repeated calls from Calina. When I finally answered, I wished I hadn’t. She and I have barely spoken lately. She’s been busy with her family, and I’ve been busy with… well, with Crew.
The entire situation makes me feel sick with guilt. I’m not a guy who cheats. I know I need to end it with her, but there just hasn’t been a good time. Not that there’s ever agoodtime to break up with someone you’ve been with for almost two years.
After Crew and I hooked upagainbefore I left for Texas, I told myself I would break up with her when I got back. Leave it to Calina to throw a wrench in my whole plan though, because she told me she’s surprising me with a visit this weekend.
As in, she’s flying in today.
Crew was supposed to come over this afternoon and now I have to tell him that she’ll be here in a few hours. I’m dreading it. And I feel like a giant piece of shit, because I’d rather hang out with him than see her, even though I haven’t seen her in weeks. The selfish side of me hopes Crew will still be down to hang out, even though she’ll be with us.
Shutting the water off in the shower and getting out, I wrap a towel around my waist, heading back to my room.Fuck.She’s going to be here in an hour. I gotta stop dragging my fucking feet and let Crew know already.
After I slip into some sweats, I grab my phone, find his number, and hit call. I run my fingers through my wet strands while I wait for it to connect, nerves sitting heavy in my gut like wet cement.
“Hey, man,” he greets, sounding cheerful, and it would make me smile if I wasn’t feeling so uneasy.
“Hey, Crew. What’s up?”
“Not shit. How was your flight?”
“Fucking long. Look, there’s something I gotta tell you. Something I just found out this morning.”
“Okay… spill. You’re making me nervous. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah… I mean, I don’t know. Calina called me this morning and told me she’s surprising me with a visit this weekend. She’ll be here in an hour.”
The line goes silent. So silent that I pull the phone from my ear to make sure we’re still connected. “You there?”
“You’re still dating her?” His voice is low, the venom in his words sharp.
“I know, Crew. I know, okay? I need to break up with her, but I haven’t found the right time.”
“The right time? How about after you fucking hooked up with me in a tent?”
“It’s not that easy, Crew. Please don’t be pissed. We’re in two different states, and breaking up over the phone seems like a shit thing to do to someone you’ve been with for as long as we have.”
He scoffs. “And sucking some other guy’s dick is less shitty?”
“I’m going to do it this weekend. But I…”
“You what?”
“I know you were going to come over today, and I’m hoping you still will.”
He scoffs. “You want me… to what? Come over and hang out with you andyour girlfriend?! Pretend I don’t know how your cum tastes or how you sound when you fall apart beneath me? Is that what you want, Anderson?” His tone is taunting, like he’s daring me to ask that of him.