Page 48 of Your Sharpest Edge
Fuck the lobby. I walked straight to Alex’s room. He made sure to tell me which he was in before he left, so I went down the hallway and up the stairs to the second floor and knocked on room 312.
I had no idea what time it was, my phone was stuffed inside the diaper bag, but I knocked hoping this was Alex’s room.
It was mere seconds before the door whipped open, and crying baby and all, my mouth dropped at the sight in front of me. Alex was completely shirtless with a towel around his... very erect manhood.
“Did I interrupt you?” I asked, leaning in to make sure no one else heard.
Everything had changed that one night last month when I fell asleep in Alex’s arms. We had remained friends despite my mother constantly complaining about me going “out.” Since Dimitri had practically moved in with someone else, openly flaunting his infidelity, I started going to Alex’s place almost every night. It was a quiet rebellion, a way to find some semblance of normalcy and support.
It was also incredibly helpful with Damien, as it was the one time I felt like I had someone willing to help me with him.
“I was just in the shower.” Alex pushed the door open, and I quickly ran in, trying not to touch his hard, towel-clad dick.
“Were you in the shower with someone?” I said, peeping around the room to see if anyone else was here.
He laughed. “No. I was masturbating while thinking of you.”
I spun on my heel, turning to look at him. My mouth was open so wide it must’ve been down to the floor.
“Alex,” I whined. “You cannot?—”
A smile spread across his cheeks. “I was kidding,” he grumbled as he turned around. “I was in the shower, jacking off, trying to blow off some steam from the loss tonight.”
I shook my head as I flicked on a light in the room. “You shouldn’t admit these things to me.”
“We’re friends, aren’t we?” Alex said as he came out of the bathroom in a pair of gray sweats.
What was it about sweats that made me feel something so... wet for him?
His chest was chiseled. His jawline was sharp, and his green eyes were soft. “Now, give me the baby,” Alex cooed as he scooped Damien from my arms, who was delightfully babbling and drinking a bottle.
I rested on the little chair in the corner while Alex fed Damien a bottle on the bed.
“What did he do this time?” Alex asked.
“The baby was crying too much,” I whispered. I hesitated before picking at my fingers. “I think the next time we go away, I’m going to tell him I’m going to leave.” I looked down at the floor, feeling ashamed. “He’ll probably kick me out right away, but I don’t want him to explode when the baby is in the same room.”
Alex nodded. “Okay,” he whispered. “Where will you go?”
I shrugged. “I have a few thousand saved up. I have enough for a studio apartment in like San Diego area, but I’ll need to figure out a job.”
“Live with me?” Alex straightened up but didn’t look at me. He gazed down at the baby. His jaw flexing.
“I can’t.” I shook my head. “I need to do this... on my own,” I whispered.
Alex sighed. “I somehow figured you were going to say something like that. Will you at least live near me? I can’t imagine not seeing yo—him.”
The way he corrected himself didn’t go unnoticed.
“I don’t ask for much, but I can help you out with babysitting and making sure Dimitri is following whatever order I’m sure you’ll need to get...”
I thought it through. There was a benefit to staying close to Alex. He felt like home anyway, and I could stand on my own two feet and figure it out while having a friend.
“I’ll look into it.” I agreed, and a very slight turn of his lips was the only indication he was satisfied with my answer.
“Thank you,” he finally answered, lifting the infant off his lap and placing him over his shoulder like I’d taught him to burp him.
“I can’t live like this anymore. The physical stuff has stopped.” I admitted, not looking at Alex. I don’t know why, but three in the morning felt like the right time to confess everything to him. “But he’s been with someone else. I don’t even understand what he wants with me. He told me to come with him because he doesn’t want me to skate.”
