“Must’ve been a good one,” Justin said, and Wyatt realized he was smiling like an idiot.
“It was,” he said, and then escaped to the kitchen to put his plate in the dishwasher before Justin had any follow-up questions. “Goodnight!” 12
Izzy woke up on Monday morning feeling energized from the weekend for once. He’d gotten rest on Sunday and boy had he needed it after Wyatt’s visit the previous day.
Izzy stretched in bed and smiled. They’d had sex—because Izzy thought anything including one’s genitals definitely counted as sex—and it had been so fucking good. Maybe he’d just never met a Wyatt before? Maybe that had been his problem with sex? All it seemed to take was meeting the right person, clichéd as it sounded.
Maybe he needed to research that too, once he paid off his debt to Vinny and managed to save enough for a secondhand laptop. He really wanted to be able to browse the internet, because all the trailers had a joined wi-fi and that was a luxury for sure.