Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys, #2)

by Eden Finley

where’d he go?” “For a walk somewhere with Oskar and Tripp.” “Tripp?” I turn to look toward the tree line like he’s going to pop out at any moment. “He, umm, he didn’t say he was leaving.” Huh. Well, I guess we never actually talked about going for a swim first; I just assumed he’d join me. When Anton doesn’t reply, I turn to find him watching me. “Maybe he wanted time with his other friends.” “Nah.” I immediately dismiss the idea. “We do everything together.” “You don’t do … everything together.” My face heats. “Do you … are you meaning, like, sex stuff?” Anton shrugs. “Well, no. We don’t do that. Obviously.” Anton eyes me. “Because you’re straight, right?” “Exactly.” He hums. “Don’t you …” “What?” “I don’t think it’s my place.” “Why? We’re all friends. I don’t know you as well as the others, but we’ve got two whole weeks to fix that. You’re important to Ezra, Ezra’s important to Tripp, and Tripp’s important to me. That’s six degrees of best friend shit.” He rubs his jaw, which is darkened by a day’s growth. “Look, I know you and Tripp are close. And you have a great relationship, but don’t you ever think you spend too much time with him?” “Have you met Tripp? There’s no such thing as too much time with him.” And people think I’m dumb. “Look at it this way. Ezra and I are actually dating. We’re partners in crime. We’re each other’s number one. And yet, I chose to stay here while he went off with his friends. I can be his priority without having to be with him all the tim...