Us (Him, #2)

by Sarina Bowen

“Sorry man, I’m about to bone down with my boyfriend”?

Snort

The way I feel about Ryan Wesley…it’s something I thought existed only in the movies. He’s my other half. We complement each other in more ways than I can count. When he’s in the same room, I’m focused on him, and when he’s gone I walk around missing him.

Love is friendship set on fire. I get it now. But that doesn’t mean I’m not pissed at him.

so true

without having to see Jamie duck into the guest room when he has to go to bed. Because he’s not a guest in our condo, dammit. It’s his home. And he’s my home.

Blake’s gaze shoots toward me in surprise. Or rather, confusion.

If i remember right, blake figured them out or something early on. These are funny if so

—like he’s forever living in a state of when-will-the-other-shoe-drop. When will my parents officially disown me, when will the world find out I’m gay, when will the team drop me, when will Jamie leave me.

Jamie knows wes so well. I feel bad for both of them

And now we’re a couple, and we’ve forgotten how to have a conversation.

Yup

There’s no way Blake made that connection.

Ahaahhaa

In spite of my desire to be calm and collected, the warm strength of her voice flips a switch inside me that I didn’t know was there. “Mom?” I croak. Okay—I’ve never called her that. Not once. Don’t know why I did it now.

God. I sobbed. I did. I was laying in bed, middle of the night, and the sob that escaped my throat woke up my husband. Sitting here and typing this note I'm tearing up. Wes finding a Mom.. a MOM. Someone that loves him and cares about him. Yeah.. my loves family is my family is a thing.. but fuck. Wes's live was so quietly broken... and Jamie fixed everything. God.

Blake carries on, rubbing his chin. “Ya can’t unsee some of those toys. But everybody has to have his own kinda fun.

I forgot how much i love blake. How did I ever forget that fucking ball of goddamn sunshine.

But I can’t help but hear, I just need to be away from you.

Just fucking.. break me. I'll be here sobbing.

“Get lost,” a sharp voice snaps. “He’s taken.”

Blaaaake

“That…” I say, yanking him close, “sounds—” I brush my lips over his, and we both shiver. “—awesome.”