Page 20 of Perfectly Wrong
I set my phone down and basically pout. “I think it’s almost worse now.”
“Yeah. I mean, he obviously likes you too.”
“I guess. He told me the best thing I could do was to do well in school to keep my dad off my back. He’s right. He’s fifteen years older than me.”
Trin smiles, patting my hand. “Give it time. The door is still open a little bit. What do you say we work on our papers, make some progress, then we’ll pig out on pizza and watch a movie?”
“I think that sounds awesome.”
THREE
BISHOP
Dammit! Why did I do that? I promised myself that if Tristan called or messaged, I would play it cool. Instead, I fucking admit I can’t get him out of my head.
I sit back against the couch. Hearing from him was a surprise I didn’t realize I wanted until it happened. As the weeks passed, I hoped he had moved on, found some young guy to fuck, but his text made me realize that isn’t what I want at all. I want to get in the car and drive for miles to see him, bend him over, and fuck that tight ass of his. The sex was amazing, but part of me wonders how accurate my memory is considering how drunk I was. Maybe it was shit and just felt so good because it’s been too long. That’s what I hope. Otherwise, the next time I see him, I’m fucked.
I grab my phone. The best thing I can do for both of us is to forget him and that night. I scroll until I find the number I want and dial.
“Hello?”
“Lane? It’s Bishop.”
“Heyyy. How the hell are you?”
“Good. It’s been a long time. I’ve been busy with work.”
“I get it. What’s up?”
“Want to grab a drink? Tonight?”
“Oh dang, I can’t. I have a date.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and pinch the bridge of my nose. “No worries. Just thought I’d ask.”
“Maybe tomorrow?”
“Yeah, give me a call.”
“I will. I’d cancel the date but it’s taken us weeks to have our schedules align.”
“I hope it goes well.”
I lean back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. I could get on an app or go to a bar and find someone to fuck, but I’m not in the mood for the dance. Lane is easy because he’s just as casual about it as I am.
Maybe I’ll go to the gym and blow off steam there instead. It beats sitting at home pining for someone I should forget.
I putthe dumbbells down to answer my ringing phone.
“Rocco, buddy. How’s it going?”
“Good. You busy?”
“Just finishing a workout. What’s up?”
“Wanted to invite you to Thanksgiving. Tristan is coming down, so I decided to invite a few people over.”
Tristan. Am I ready to see him again? It’s already been more than a year, but now and then, my mind will shift back to that night. Since then, I haven’t met anyone who turns me on as much as he did. I shake my head. So stupid. By now he’s had ten boyfriends and doesn’t even think of me anymore.
