Page 68 of Wild Thing
He was weak in that regard.
I showed Taylor my response. She shook her head. I knew she was disappointed in how I was choosing to handle this fuckery. “Your lies will catch up to you, Dyl.”
“It’s not a total lie. Ihavebeen busy.”
“Yeah, busy making out with Brax.”
The optics weren’t great. I knew that much. If anyone found out what I was doing, there would be no defending myself.
I was a hot mess, plain and simple.
But it wasn’t like this was concocted to hurt Zack on purpose. If I was being completely honest, I’d barely thought about him.
And that was the part that hit hardest.
It wasn’t that I didn’t care about him; it was that I no longer cared enough to feel bad for what I was doing.
I'd checked out of the relationship. Probably months ago if I really thought about it. All the signs were there—the irritation when he called, the indifference when he reached out, the distance I had put between us.
I was exhausted from pretending. The truth was, I was done with Zack.
In my mind, it was over.
“I feel bad about it, I really do. But I can't break up with him over the phone.I know I'm a shitty person, but I'm not evil.”
My thoughts drifted back to last night on the balcony. Brax's breath against my skin, the warmth of his hard body pressed close to mine. His husky voice whispering that he missed me… and the phone sex.
I was hot and bothered just thinking about it.
I couldn't wait to see him again. I wanted the real thing next time.
Taylor cleared her throat and indicated for me to focus.
I turned my attention to the stage. “Form and function work together as one,” one of the speakers droned on. “Great design doesn’t date, but it’s deceptively complicated to get it right.”
Fuck, this was boring as shit.
I’d resigned myself to the fact that I couldn’t focus on the panel discussion; my mind was a haze of horniness.
Besides, I wasn’t hearing anything I didn’t already know.
Fighting the urge to close my eyes and drift off into a micro-sleep, I unlocked my phone again. I lowered the brightness to keep it under the radar and checked Instagram.
Taylor leaned into me, her voice hushed. “Has Brax accepted your follow request yet?”
I didn't know, I hadn't checked. I typed in his profile, holding my breath as the page loaded. Yes!
I scrolled through his posts.
The most recent one had been from nine months ago.
Building site, building site, work ute, a random beach shack, black Camaro, surf break, building site again, a steak sizzling on an iron pot over an open fire, more car rims. Typical bloke.
He didn’t live chronically online. Thank god. I fucking hated the overshare culture.
Scrolling further, I found a few ocean shots peppered through his feed, but it was mostly building sites.
I wondered about the ocean, though. It looked like the same stretch of coastline in every picture. Probably from one of his surfing trips.
