I pull my t-shirt over my head and button my jeans before sitting down next to him. “Is that a problem?”
I feel sick asking the question. I know he seemed on-board with not telling anyone about us at first, but maybe now that we’ve had sex, he’s having second thoughts. And why not? His family wouldn’t care that he’s involved with a guy.
We both know the problem here is with me. And my fucked-up family.
His hand moves to the back of his neck, and I watch his fingers grip it tightly. “No. It’s okay.”
“Are you sure?” I search his eyes, hoping he’s really okay with it. I don’t want to hurt him, but I can’t let my dad find out. I have no idea what he’d do, but I know it wouldn’t be good.
“I’m sure.” He drops his hand and turns to face me with a look of determination. “It’s okay. I just hate lying to my friends.”
I know he’s talking about Bree and Fletcher. I also know how close he is to them. “You don’t have to.”
He cocks his head to the side with a raised brow. “I just told you it’s okay. That I’ll do it.”
“I know . . . but . . .” I sigh, my heart racing at the thought of my dad finding out. Still, I trust Rhett. “I know it can’t be easy to hide things from Bree and Fletcher. You can tell them. If you trust them not to tell anyone, I trust you.”
The relief in his eyes tells me that’s what was holding him back. “Thank you.” He swallows, his throat bobbing, and I see the sincerity in his gaze. “They would never out you. I promise.”
I smile and press a kiss to his lips. “You’re not my secret, Rhett. If I could, I’d scream it from the rooftops that you fucked the shit out of me this weekend.”
He laughs against my mouth and kisses me again. His fingers grip the back of my hair in a commanding way that sets me on fire.
Because when he does that and kisses me like this, I can trick myself into believing I belong to him.
TWENTY-NINE
“You did good today, kid.” Kole pats my shoulder and smiles at me as I busy myself with cleaning his station after his last tattoo. It was a big one. An entire backpiece with intricate art, and even though Hostile Ink doesn’t have the insane reputation Rhys’s shop has, they’re damn good and well on their way to it.
There are only two other employees here. Camden, who mostly does piercings, and Maverick, who’s mainly tattoos. It’s a small shop, but they were busy all day with appointments and walkins. “Thanks, Kole.”
“You think you’re going to like it here?” He smiles, leaning against his chair.
“Yeah.” He only grins at the simple answer, but what else am I supposed to say? I do like it here, but it’s gutting me, knowing I haven’t said anything to Rhys and knowing how badly I’m going to disappoint him when I graduate and don’t start working at his shop.
“Thinking about Rhys?” Kole breaks into my thoughts, reading my mind. He knows Rhys. He knows Rhys entirely too well because—you see, the betrayal goes even deeper—Rhys trained him. That’s how I met Kole and knew about this place. He only worked with Rhys for a year before he started his own shop. And don’t get me wrong, he had Rhys’s blessing.
Rhys isn’t really a competitive person and wants Kole to do well. But that doesn’t mean he won’t be hurt by me working here instead of at his shop. When Kole offered me the job, I almost turned him down, but I wanted it. I wanted it so damn bad, I could taste it, and I think Kole knew it. He agreed not to tell Rhys until I was ready, even though they still hang out occasionally.
The only reason Kole offered me the job was because, when I stopped by to check out his new shop, I let it slip that I didn’t want to work for Rhys. That I couldn’t just have it handed to me. He understood this but told me with him, I’d have to earn it.
It may seem hypocritical, considering my connection to Rhys is the reason I have this job, but it made sense in my head. And Kole isn’t just handing it to me. He’s teaching me, training me to be the best, and treating me like his regular bitch boy while he’s at it, having me go on coffee runs and clean up the shop.
Like every other apprentice on the planet. It feels like work. Not privilege.
I give a quick nod. “Yeah.”
“It’ll be okay, man. Rhys will understand.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” I say honestly, and he doesn’t argue anymore. There’s no point, and I know I need to tell Rhys sooner rather than later. It’s eating away at me.
I’m still thinking about it when I get to my place, but I’m distracted when I see Bree’s car parked in the drive. I get out of my car and look around, seeing her sitting at the top of my stairs. I climb them, my heart thundering in my chest with worry.
“Bree?” She offers a small smile and stands up as I reach the top.
“Hey. I was wondering if you were ever coming home.”
Guilt creeps up, threatening to choke me. “How long have you been waiting?”
She shrugs. “Not long. Can I come inside?”
I nod dumbly, putting my key in the lock and letting her inside my place. I flick on the lights and close the door, wondering what the hell is going on.
“What’s up, Bree? You okay?”
She takes a seat on my couch and pats the spot next to her. I sit down, hoping everything is okay with her. I haven’t been a good friend lately, and I know that. “I’m fine. Relax.” She reads my mind easily, and I try like hell to follow her direction.
“Okay.”
“I just haven’t seen you much at school, and then you were gone during spring break.”
I don’t point out that I was only gone three days. But I know I haven’t been around for a lot longer than that. I’ve been distant and weird. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m just surprised.”
She nods her head, chewing on her bottom lip nervously, which is so damn weird. Bree isn’t nervous around me. “What’s going on with you and Grayson?”
Damn. Okay, she came right out with it. I clear my throat and sit up a little straighter. “Umm . . .”
“No.” She’s deadly serious. “Don’t think of a lie or find the right way to tell me. Just tell me the truth. Tell me what’s going on because you’ve been so strange lately. And I know I messed up when I almost kissed you, but I miss you.”
I shake my head adamantly. “No. That . . .” Shit. I don’t know what to say.
Her hand lands on my knee—grounding me. “I did. I messed a lot of things up, but I don’t regret it because it was the truth. It was real. I was in love with you—” Her voice shakes slightly. “I still am.”
“Bree—” I cut in with nothing to say, but she shakes her head.
“No. That’s not your problem. It’s mine, and it’s something I’m working on. You don’t have to feel guilty because you don’t feel that way about me.”
I take her small hands in mine and turn in her direction. “I want to. I mean . . . I . . .” am a stuttering fool is exactly what I am.
She only smiles and lets me hold her hands in mine. “You don’t love me like that. And it’s okay, but we still have to be best friends, Rhett. I can’t take it if we aren’t, and you don’t have to hide anything from me. Ever.”