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Tripp’s jaw tightens. “Well, I’d like my dick sucked, so if you’re planning to do that, by all means, stay.” My eyebrows shoot up. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.” “You two are cute,” Austin says, which dissolves my shock as I glow under the praise. We are cute.
“You’ll always have me. I don’t even need the piece of paper.” That makes me warm inside. “What about a ring?” “The only ring I need is the one that says Stanley Cup Champions on it.” “A-fucking-men.”
The idea of choosing one person to spend my whole life with is scary. But as long as Tripp is always there, I know I can get through anything.
“I always cry at weddings.” “Because they’re so beautiful?” “No, because every time a couple gets married, a manwhore fairy dies. We just killed someone, and you don’t even care.” I finally risk looking at his face, because I know he’ll be smiling and not so concerned that my eyes are involuntarily leaking. “A … manwhore fairy.” His brow furrows. “Umm, what exactly is a manwhore fairy?” “Whenever you have a random hookup, a gay manwhore fairy gets its wings. It’s legend, passed on to all of the baby gays.”
Hmm, how to tell my fake husband that I have a fake boyfriend … I’m starting to regret going on this trip.
“If I’d known this place was going to be a fuckfest, I would have at least brought noise-canceling headphones.” Anton goes to say something, but Ezra elbows him and says, “We’re taking one of the boats out. Want to come?” “It depends.” “On?” Ezra asks. “Can you drown me while we’re out there?” “I’m sure it can be arranged. Just don’t struggle, okay? Then I’ll feel bad.”
Anton holds up his hands, taking a step back. “You know what, I’m getting the life vests. I can’t look at this anymore.” He leaves, and Ezra glares after him. “Can’t look at what? Why’s he leaving?” “Nothing, Dex. Come help me get this death trap ready.”
“I’m not possessive!” “Who do I belong to?” “Me, but—” He grins. “Shut up.”
“Have you guys ever gotten the impression Dex is in love with Tripp as much as Tripp is in love with him, but he just doesn’t realize?”
What’s the best way to cover a big fat lie? With another lie … apparently. Tripp Mitchell’s self-help book, coming soon.
I take a deep breath and put on the performance of a lifetime. “I’d … love … chat.” I make sure I pause movement in between words too. “Dealing … crisis. Hello? I think … bad … reception.” I quickly hit the End button. Oh no. The call dropped out. Shame. Real shame. I wonder how long I can play that game.
“I still remember the day I came out. It was the most freeing moment of my life.”
I’m an idiot. But I’ve always been an honest idiot.
I’m his best friend. He’s my heart and soul. And nothing will ever change that. Not even his inability to love me back.
“We weren’t even PDA … ing.” I screw up my face. Word talk good.
This is what’s best for him. A divorce. Then he can move on. Meanwhile, I’ll remain pathetically in love with my best friend. Holy shit … I’m in love with Tripp.
“I’m dumb a lot of the time, but the best dumb decision I ever made was marrying you. Because now I know why I could spend forever with you, and only you. I know we’re supposed to stand up here and announce some bogus divorce, but I don’t want that. I want us.” My voice breaks. “Always. Forever. Because I am so fucking in love with you, I don’t know myself without you.”
