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DMan: Just got to my hotel room. It’s empty.

Garrett: Well, I should hope so. I’ve heard plenty about bunnies getting into hotel rooms and waiting for players naked.

DMan: I can honestly say that has never happened to me. Thank fuck.

Garrett: Aw, you could spend the evening drawing her.

I’m just about to hit send when I realize my mistake and quickly delete it.

Fuck. I’m going to get myself in trouble.

I’m aware that I still need to tell him about our online profiles. But now he’s confessed to having a man…do I have to?

Yes. Yes, you absolutely have to.

Fuck.

Garrett: What about if you found me waiting naked in my bed?

DMan: Well, that would be a whole other situation.

Garrett: If I’d just watched you play, I can promise that I’d be hard as fuck for you.

DMan: Damn, coming back to an empty room after a game always sucks.

Garrett: Just say the word and I’ll be there.

“Garrett?” the barista calls, holding up Sienna’s coffee.

I take it and walk back toward my sister.

“What’s that smirk for?” she asks, watching me closely.

“What smirk? I’m not smirking,” I argue, glaring at her.

“You are. Who were you messaging?”

“No one.”

Her eyes narrow. “Mmhmm.”

“What?”

“You seem to spend a lot of time messaging this no one.”

“So?”

“Damn it, Garrett. The suspense is killing me here. Can’t you just give me something?”

“Okay, fine. I’m currently having the best sex of my life, and I hope it never ends.”

Her mouth slams shut before her eyes turn soft.

“Oh my god. It really is serious, isn’t it?”

“It’s…I don’t know. Look,” I say, leaning closer. “I really like him⁠—”

“Goddamn it, there is always a freaking but,” she huffs. “Don’t tell me. ‘It’s complicated,’” she mocks.