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“Hey,” Fitch said, giving me a shove. “Ky. Hop in.”

I didn’t even know there was a car waiting. He must have organised a rideshare. Or maybe Dom did it for him.

Marek and Leon do that for you too, Ky.

I know.

Stop overthinking shit.

“You okay?” Fitch asked once we were on our way.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Gotta get out of my own fucking head.”

“You know what it is?” Fitch said. “You’re coming down from the highest orgasm high. It’s a fucking hard crash, I swear.”

I ignored the way the driver’s eyes caught mine in the rear-vision mirror. “Maybe.”

“The key, obviously, is to never stop fucking. Then you can’t crash. Simple as that. It’s like that saying to avoid a hangover, you gotta stay drunk. Same thing, just with a lot more jizz.”

I laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

All jokes aside, he slid his hand over mine. “You’ll be okay,” he whispered.

And that was why I loved Fitch.

The boy with the golden heart, pervy mind, and the filthy mouth.

We arrived at Nolan’s place and it was a good distraction for me. Benji needed us, and it felt good to be concerned about him rather than myself.

Nolan was there, briefly. Clearly concerned, he knelt before Benji, took his face in his hands, and kissed him. Whereas Fitch puckered up beside him, I almost had to look away.

To be loved like that . . .

“Where’s mine,” Fitch had whined, pointing to his lips.

Nolan had smiled fondly, thanking the cavalry for turning up, and told Benji he’d be home as soon as he could.

Home.

God fucking dammit.

This funk was going to drag me under...

I didn’t recognise myself. This me who needed reassurance, who needed validation, and support.

I’d been a lone wolf since I was a kid.

Maybe I needed the opposite of this. Maybe I needed to take a step back for the sake of self-preservation.

Maybe I was better off alone . . .

“Kylan,” Fitch snapped. “Get your pretty arse over here.” He was sitting on the couch with his arms around Benji. “This is a musketeer hug; your presence is required.”

I joined them, reluctantly, but the second I was in that hug, the darkness got a little brighter. The tight band around my heart loosened its barbs just a fraction.

And I didn’t feel so helpless.

I hugged them both and let myself breathe.

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