I only knew what day it was based on whether I interacted with Zac or not. I would pass him in the hallway, see him at dinner, or every now and then at the Bar. He would sit in his usual spot at the front of my side of the large bar.
We acted like I didn’t just suck his d**k and he fingered me the other day, which made me laugh every time I think about it. I tried to be civil with him. Talk whenever I was addressed, try and make light conversation with him, but it was tough whenever I was around him because all I wanted was to hold him and kiss him and do so much more.
I wanted more. More than whatever this was between us.
I made dinner one night, and I screamed to the boys in the house to come to the table because it was ready. Burney and Emmet came out, but Zac didn’t.
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