Chapter 108

Easton

“Storms suck ballllssssss. '

Ryan kicks a piece of firewood.

“How do you only have like two days worth of firewood and zero storm gear in this place? '

I shrug.

“No idea, I'm not exactly a cub scout, then again”— I turn to Blake—“Anything you'd like to add to this Mr.

I[-have—at—least—seventeen— survival—patches. '

Blake flips me off.

“l was nine and you're a dick. '

I burst out laughing.

Damn, sometimes I miss him, and then I remember Aisha sucking my dick sophomore year and I get all better.

“Well ... '

I look around the shed.

“I think other than the blankets, junk food, and the rest of the firewood this is as good as it’s going to get. '

“Yeah, '

Ryan agrees.

“At least it’s not too cold yet at night and we won't starve. '

“And we do have girls to spoon, '

Blake points out.

I immediately want to be like my girl, my spoon, go fork somewhere else, then remember he has Aisha and feel my balls actually tremble.

“About that. '

“What? '

Blake looks genuinely relaxed when I'd be making SOS signals in order to escape being alone with her.

“Are you guys like... '

I make a gesture with my hands that makes zero sense, then finally just say, “Fucking.

Are you fucking? '

Blake doesn't even blink.

“Would that bother you? '

“No! '

I pretty much yell.

“Not at all, you do you, man.

['m just curious because you brought her up here and people don't typically bring others up here to talk about feelings and knit. '

“How would you know? I knit a damn good sweater. '

Blake crosses his arms.

“He knits? '

Ryan asks.

“He does, '

Blake answers with a grin.

your information,

to her lately, you know, it’s the anniversary of her brother's death

My stomach drops.

I forget Deacon? I

Never would.

That night.

looked at

he

And never came back.

Deacon was a good guy,

digging deeper into

him

Ryan asks.

I shrug.

mean, I knew a lot of the guys from other schools, especially the football

“Huh. '

Blake smirks.

“That's funny. '

“What is? '

try to keep

“Nothing. '

He smiles.

let us crash here

“History? '

Ryan scratches his head.

didn’t a huge storm

‘Yup. '

locks eyes

to hit the family, I'm surprised more

My nostrils flare.

“Storms happen. '

“Yeah. '

blankets

“Sometimes, they do.

you handle them in the moment though that defines

still, um, talking about

Ryan asks.

“Yes, '

we say in unison.

“Let's go, '

I say gruffly.

are waiting and probably super scared and cold.

girl, Sadie’s a fucking beast, a warrior a—

“—Get it offfffffl '

voice comes down the

and stop when we see Sadie dancing in the middle of the living room, flapping

“Stop moving! '

Aisha yells.

making it worse!

Harper adds.

“It’s alive! '

“IT’S A LEAF! '

Harper yells.

before

and looks down at

“{t felt real. '

guys are lunatics!

all standing there, watching them,

the door when Harper opened it to look out and they thought it was a mouse or

are all

Where's the whiskey? '

eyes are

I know why, the thunder making her

it around her, then reaching for the

one huge gulp before setting it down and staring straight

look with me while Sadie sits across

know though, do they? Not what

this is

as I hate her, I do

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