Chapter 10

“Why the hell not?”

“I’m not ready to kiss and make up. He hurt me,” Ross said.

“Then get a hotel room.”

“Come on, Drake, baby, don’t be that way. Let me stay at your place tonight.”

“You said it was over for good,” Drake pointed out, knowing he sounded…hell, he was…stupid.

Ross sighed and sat on the bed to shimmy into a pair of skinny black jeans. “I always say that and you know it’s never true. I love him.”

“If you love him, Ross, why do you pull this shit?”

“I don’t know. I can’t help myself. Please? I’m sure we’ll be back together tomorrow, but I can’t just be waiting at home for him tonight. It’s Saturday.”

“Fine, but you’re staying on the sofa bed in the living room.”

“What? Why?” Ross pouted, his full round lip sticking out adorably. An act of course.

“Because, I’m sick of being your go-to fuck. I should have put a stop to it before.”

“I love you, Drake, you know that.”

He didn’t know that. Not at all.