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.

information,

know, it’s the anniversary of her brother's death tomorrow and

My stomach drops.

forget

Never would.

That night.

at me like I’d

the way he drove off in

And never came back.

was a good guy,

myself saying, hiding my secrets, my past, digging deeper into

know him

Ryan asks.

I shrug.

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

“Huh. '

Blake smirks.

“That's funny. '

“What is? '

try to keep my

“Nothing. '

He smiles.

let us crash here tonight, so we don't

“History? '

Ryan scratches his head.

wait, didn’t a huge

‘Yup. '

eyes with

the family, I'm surprised more people weren't hurt.

My nostrils flare.

“Storms happen. '

“Yeah. '

blankets

“Sometimes, they do.

handle them in

um, talking about

Ryan asks.

“Yes, '

we say in unison.

“Let's go, '

I say gruffly.

probably

not my girl, Sadie’s a

“—Get it offfffffl '

comes down the

in the

“Stop moving! '

Aisha yells.

it worse!

Harper adds.

“It’s alive! '

“IT’S A LEAF! '

Harper yells.

before I

looks down

“{t felt real. '

guys are lunatics!

we're all standing there, watching them, and

look out

all

Where's the whiskey? '

eyes are

why, the thunder making her

wrapping it around her, then reaching for the whiskey

gulp before setting it down and staring straight

while Sadie sits across from Aisha and makes a valiant attempt to look

do they? Not what

is hard for

I hate her, I do

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