12
AIDEN
I swore Jed avoided me all damn week long, and I took my annoyance out at the gym every morning.
By Friday, he’d brushed off my texted invites to hang out four times, and I wondered if I’d gone too far with the whole knee under the table thing. It wasn’t like he’d pulled away from my touch though.
“What crawled up your hole and croaked?” Michael asked as we stood side by side doing sets of overhead dumbbell presses.
“My love life sucks ass.”
“I hear that—but sucking a*s is a good thing. You ought to consider d**k instead of p***y. Easier to get without all the mess.”
“Shut the f**k up.”
Michael chuckled while I frowned. “Sway our way,” he insisted with his teasing tone, same as he did at least once a morning while we worked out together. “You’d be surprised by how easy it
