Page 17 of Pretty Obsessed

“Is that worth feeling like this all the time?”

“It’s all I know.”

“I opened up to you this morning. Your turn.” I didn’t know how to get my best friend back. So I slid across the bench and did what we used to do when we first started this crazy thing, laying my head on his shoulder. “I miss us.”

He leaned his head into mine and his breathing slowed. “I’m trying to find myself again.”

I believed him. “I’m here for it.”

He curled into me, and I hugged him. “You might be the only one.”

“You can move to my bus when we go back if that helps.”

“How will you jack off feverishly while being so celibate?”

“I guess you’ll have to watch.” I deadpanned.

“I mean with an offer like that, how could I say no?” His gaze flickered up to meet mine. “You serious about your bus?”

“Whatever helps.”

“What about…” He left Cas’ name unsaid, but I knew what he meant.

“Doesn’t matter. Whatever it is, we’ll work it out.” I meant it, too.

He turned further into me, pressing his face into my shoulder and muttering thank you. We stayed that way until our car pulled into the underground garage that led to the club. No outside entrance, and only pre-approved vehicles helped keep the privacy.

“Does this make you my wingman?” Iris asked, giving a low whistle as we walked into the dark interior.

The entire club was done in deep warm tones, and low lights, with comfortable seating in clusters, a stage, and the bar in dark wood and deep greens. Every corner promised mystery, pulling writhing bodies into shadows.

“I guess it does.” I rarely went out anymore. Cas played his wingman most of the time. “This isn’t too far off from your typical haunt. Maybe a little more sophisticated than you’re used to, but I refuse to be your official leg holder when you start an orgy."

“Are you making fun of my backroom orgies? I’ll have you know there are people who would pay me to be my leg holder!”

I held up my thumb and first finger less than an inch apart. “I’m honestly shocked no one has killed you yet.”

“To be honest, me too.” His eyes were wide, and I couldn’t tell if he was serious or not. “I did have a knife pulled on me one time…but I was into it.”

“Why am I surprised?”

“You really shouldn’t be after all this time.”

“I’d kill you,” I said through a laugh.

“What?” Iris gasped, giving me a strange look.

“For the fame of it, why not?” I broke out laughing, heading for the bar.

“I mean, I couldn’t blame you. Can you imagine the crime scene though? Cum everywhere.” He made the Sponge Bob rainbow gesture with a straight face and I couldn’t stop laughing.

“You probably look like too much of a bum in those places. No one can tell it’s you.” I winked at him. “That’s why they haven’t chopped your dick off to make dildos yet.”

“Please, they’dMiserymy ass and tie me to a bed and use me to breed!”

I was torn between laughing and horrified. “People have probably thought about it.”

“Not everyone has the energy for eyeliner, painted nails, and pearls like you and Lowe. One of us has to be the pretty one, and the other one will always be metal trash.” Iris gathered his hair and twisted it on top of his head, producing a pencil from nowhere to slide into the man bun, keeping it in place.

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