Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
My thoughts race as I pull out of the parking lot and head back to my brother's apartment. Being a college town, it's only a few miles away, but my mind is running so fast that I can barely process one thought before another forces its way in.
I just had sex with Liam. My brother's best friend. We fucked at a party.
The reality of it all hits me like a ton of bricks, and I almost pull over because I'm shaking so much. What have I done? How could I do that to Brody? Liam was always off-limits, and now I've thrown away years of friendship and trust by hooking up with him.
What the hell is wrong with me?
No. That's the wrong road to go down. We're all adults, and Liam is his own person. He and I don't have to make decisions on whether or not Brody will be chill with it. No doubt he'd feel betrayed if he found out, but that doesn't mean he gets a say in what Liam and I do with our personal lives.
I can't deny that it makes me feel better to think about it like that. Brody has no idea, and if we're careful, he'll never know. He'll never have to know … except for the fact it's clear that Liam and I aren't done with each other yet. The more we see each other, the bigger the secret we have to keep will be.
Back at Brody's apartment, I shower and throw on my pajamas, leaving my phone in the other room so I don't obsess over it. Liam said he'd call, so I should believe him. I'm a ball of nerves as I crawl into the futon bed Brody's been letting me use in the guest room and grab my bag, fishing the phone out.
Nothing.
Oh, well. It's only been an hour or so, and he did have to get drunk Brody settled for the night. Maybe I just have to wait a little longer.
Thankfully, Liam quickly puts me out of my misery.
Liam: Are you awake?
Me: Yeah. I was waiting for you.
Liam: Sorry. I wanted to get Brody inside before I texted.
Me: I understand. Is he okay?
Liam: Yeah he's fine. Puking up a lung right now but otherwise okay.
Me: Ew.
Liam: Yeah. At least I didn't have to clean it up.
I grin down at my phone, imagining him taking care of Brody. Some things never change.
Me: Do you plan on being his babysitter forever?
Liam: God, I hope not.
Liam: Hey. Come to football practice tomorrow.
The offer is a surprise. I've never cared for the sport, but I used Brody playing as an excuse to see Liam in his element quite a few times in the past. It seemed silly to do now that we were older, but seeing him hard at work? Hmm. It isn't a terrible idea.
Me: You don't think Brody will get suspicious?
Liam: He's going to be so hungover I don't think he's going to have two brain cells to rub together.
Me: LMAO, fair point. Okay. Text me when and where and I'll be there.
Liam: Awesome. It starts at 8, so be there at 7:30 just to be safe.
Me: Right. I'm going to sleep now.
Liam: Work hard, play hard, baby. I'll see you in the AM.
I turn the phone on silent and plug it in, then roll over and pull the blanket up. I haven’t gotten used to the noise of the city outside the window, and it takes me longer than usual to fall asleep. As I lie there, my mind drifts back to what happened between Liam and me tonight, and I smile as I drift off, parts of me tingling as I remember just how good he made me feel.
4
LIAM
I wake up to the sound of my alarm screaming, but it doesn’t bother me. I’m well-rested, well-hydrated, and ready to get to work.
Brody, on the other hand, who I can hear groaning from the couch in the living room, is another story. If this weren’t such a frequent occurrence, I’d almost feel bad for the moron, but I’ve run out of give-a-fucks when it comes to Brody.
“Brody,” I yell as I get out of bed, stretching. “Time to get up. We’ve got practice.”
Unsurprisingly, he ignores me. He groans when I find him pulling a cushion over his face, even when I raise my foot to nudge him. “Fuck off, Liam.”
I chuckle. “Not an option, man. You already missed morning hydration. If you don’t get up now, Coach is going to run you into the ground.”
Brody lowers the pillow, looking green in the gills, his bloodshot eyes glaring at me. “I think I’m dying.”
“You’re not dying. You’re just hungover. As usual. You’d think by now you’d be used to it.” I grab a water bottle from the counter and chuck it at him. “Drink. Shower. We leave in fifteen.”