ROLLING OVER, I open my eyes to see Nate passed out in my bed. It’s still dark outside. Getting up, I pull on a T-shirt and pair of cotton shorts and make my way down the hallway to the stairs, having to pass Colt’s room and hearing a woman’s voice.
“Colt! Yes … f**k, yeah—”
I twist the knob to find it unlocked and smile to myself before I shove it open. “Can you gag her? Not everyone wants to listen to your fake porn shit.”
I see the irony in my statement, considering I was faking it with Nate just a few hours ago.
He’s got his lights on, making it bright as f**k, giving me a clear view of Amy on top of him naked. Thankfully her back is toward me, so I don’t have to see her t**s. She throws her head back, laughing at what I said.
Colt is propped up against his headboard. His narrowed
