I spent the better part of the day riding and honestly? I felt like a f*****g god. Nothing to do, nowhere to be, no one to depend on, no expectations, just me myself and I.
Until it started to rain. I wasn't opposed to being wet, or enjoying a warm summer's rain. But I was opposed to losing traction and crashing the bike I bought merely hours ago. A drizzle meant certain death on two wheels.
I was in the suburbs. It made for easy riding, limited cars, no traffic lights, few cops. The houses were familiar, boasting of wealth and opulence. Tom and Jared's neighborhood. I shuddered, regripping the handles anxiously.
I hadn't thought it was weird that the two men I spent most of my time with lived so near each other in a city of this size. Because I was an i***t. Brothers. They were brother
