“And to what do I owe the pleasure?” Wes asks.
“Meeting at Red Fern” I reply before Jiren can “and if Kyan is coming too, I dibs whatever seat is furthest from that f*cker”.
“Okay” Wes says happily throwing his arm over my shoulder, “looks like you’re riding shotgun and Jiren and Kyan get to play besties in the back”.
“Noooo” Jiren groans.
“Or” I reply, shoving off Wes’s arm “you can have the pleasure of Kyan’s company and I can hide out in the back with Jiren”.
Jiren’s arm quickly replaces Wes’s as he pulls me close, smirking to Wes as he agrees “now that sounds like a much better plan.”
It goes through my mind that Wes could pull rank and get his way. . . But all he does is throw his head back as he groans “ahhhh f*ck me”.
The car ride to Red Fern is a quiet one.
The small but
