Barred Desires (The Deepest Desires 1)

Biting the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing again, I watch Knox and Weston for their reactions.

“So…” Weston gestures between Branson and me. “You two are what? Fucking?”

“Well, yes. Among other things.”

It’s Knox’s turn to look confused and speak up. “Among other things? What other things?”

Sharing a smirk with Bran, I respond, “We’re together. Like together, together.”

It’s such a freeing feeling to get to say that out loud.

The guys look at each other, then back to us, and Knox says, “Uh, since when?”

Shrugging, I reply, “Around Thanksgiving.”

“And you haven’t told us because…?”

Looking at Branson, we both shrug. “A lot’s been going on,” I answer, looking at Knox. “Plus, we were trying to figure out what this was before we told people.”

He eyes us for a moment, then looks to Weston, scratching his head, before finally saying, “Dope. Want to go get some pizza?”

It’s humorous how low-maintenance and easy-going guys are. No doubt if we were girls, this would be a huge ordeal, one that would require hour-long discussions about feelings and shit.

“For sure, man. Mind if we get dressed in something a bit more substantial than a towel first?”