He’d been excited, in a petty way, when Colton kept wanting to spend time with him instead of going out to pick up girls. Colton was a young, hot-blooded man. It made perfect sense for him to go out. It made far less sense when he stayed in with Nick every night, drinking wine and talking before playing PlayStation or watching Netflix. He’d loved that. Loved every minute of it. Because that’s what you did when you were married. You rebuilt your married life with Colton, you jackass.
