Emery [bxb]

117

"It's Griffin," I rasp to Emery on the phone. I've asked him to guess the subject of my wet dreams lately. He burned through the litany of girls I've been with, demonstrating an impressive memory. But I guess he didn't expect I'd actually be so hung up on a guy.

"What?! No way!"

"Yes way. Em," I sigh, leaning my head back against a locker in the locker room. "I think I might be in love."

Emery laughs on the other end of the line.

"Never heard that one from you before," he chuckles. "Not that I'm judging you or anything. I mean, he sounds freaking awesome."

"Em, he's so hot... You've gotta come meet him."

"It's always a pleasure meeting the loves of your life..."

"Gotta play the field, Em. The whole field."

"But of course," he's quick to agree. "And, after all, a hole is a hole."

"But of course."

Emery giggles and I grin, closing my eyes and focusing on that calming sound that it's way to early for me to start missing now.