Grant had that f*****g look on his face. That look of pain. It was a look that hurt me to see when it surfaced on his face. I knew it was an emotional pain, not a physical one, something that he usually tried to hide deep within himself. Being his triplet, I could sense it even if he did have a smile on his face. One that covered the darkness within him.
I hated seeing him like that and it was even worse to feel it coming out of him this way.
“Wanna go for a ride?” He asked as he stood outside like a wandering lost soul. I wasn’t sure whether I should talk to him or continue to walk in silence.
“No.”
I didn’t feel like hopping on the bike and going out with him. Not when I was in this mood. Besides my c**k was so f*****g ready for a good ride, but it wasn’t a bike it wanted to ride on.
