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“I can’t promise that.” Gage chuckles.
“Later,” Marshall adds.
They shut the door again, and I take another swig of my beer. It’s warm now, but so what? I need the buzz. I’m relaxed but wired. That’s not unusual for me. My meds help me focus, but they don’t stop me from being overstimulated.
I need to talk to Jett, and I need to do it now.
Ethan: What are you doing?
Jett: I thought I told you not to text me!
Ethan: I can’t help it. Come on, what’re you doing? Talk to me.
Jett: Nothing exciting. Cooking. I’m carb loading.
Ethan: You guys do that too?
Jett: Of course. Now stop interrupting me or I’ll overcook my pasta.
Ethan: Why didn’t you invite me to join you? I would’ve offered to help clean up in exchange for a meal.
Jett: It’s Saturday, don’t you have plans?
Ethan: Oddly enough, no. I mean, I could, but I’m not in the mood.
Jett: Did you eat already? And pizza doesn’t count.
Ethan: That’s freaky. How’d you know that’s what I had for dinner?
Jett: An educated guess.
Ethan: I had beer too. BTW, I’ve been watching your races on YouTube. You are fucking fire, Sugar. How do you make it look so easy?
Jett: It’s anything but.
Ethan: I know. The rowing machine is my least favorite workout.
Jett: Then you’re not doing it right.
Ethan: How about we meet up at the gym this week and you can show me?
I wait for his reply, and watch the three little dots appear, disappear, reappear.
Jett: What do you think?
I glance at the snap he sent me. He’s made a huge bowl of pasta with sausage and peppers, and my stomach growls at the sight, despite my earlier snack.
Ethan: You’re a tease.
Jett: Me?
Ethan: Yes. That looks amazing.
Jett: It’s simple. I only cook the basics.
Ethan: How about we meet up at the gym on Wednesday, then you can make dinner for me after?
Jett: Why don’t you cook for me?
