28
AIDEN
“What’s bothering you?”
I’d been hard at the damn assault bike for a good twenty minutes of sprinting that left answering Aaron damn near impossible. Slowing my pumping legs, I gasped for air, my legs burning like a mother fucker.
Loving someone and letting them go hurt like hell.
“Jed s**t,” I muttered, still sucking wind. “Church shit.”
“What’s Welker up to now?”
I shot my head toward Aaron. He stood a few feet off to my left, arms folded, legs at a solid stance. “Not sure what all I can say, but don’t be surprised if the church splits or he’s at least—hopefully—kicked out on his manipulative, lying ass.”
Aaron smirked. “I knew I liked you.”
“It’s been good making new friends—you, Ezra, Michael.”
“Is that horny f**k still bothering you?”
“Nah.” I grabbed a towel and m
