Five Years Later Campbell StevensI finish putting on my nightshirt, then throw Jake’s jeans at him. “Get up. Get out.”
Jake’s lips turn down into a pout. He’s such a girl.
Cue whining in three, two, one…
“Come on, Cam. Can’t I just stay over?”
Yep, for a guy, that’s definitely a whine.
His eyes, just visible beneath his messy blond hair, are tired, and for less than a millisecond, I empathize with him. We had a busy night at work where we tend bar together, and I know he’s beat because I definitely am. But no, that’s not how things roll around here, and he knows it.
My voice is harsh, “Hell no. Get the f**k out, Jake. I’m going to bed.”
He has started to get a little clingy lately, and I should probably end our arrangement, if that’s what one could even call it. We have s*x a few ti
