At work, Gavin gave me these coy glances from time to time and I flipped him off because this was all his fault. But I couldn’t really complain, could I? The man of my vivid dreams was living with me for a while, and we bickered and generally acted like a married couple. I didn’t want to get used to it—I shouldn’t—but it was hard not to.
Titus called me the first Friday night that Ryker was in the house and I told my friend I couldn’t go clubbing as I had someone staying with me. Naturally, this led to the assumption on his part that I was finally getting some action, and nothing I said could convince him otherwise. I left him to his fantasies.
Ryker didn’t always wait on me to take him home in the evenings. Sometimes, he’d get one of the crew to drop him off, and by the time I got there, he would already have food ready, despite my telling him constantly he didn’t have to do that. It was sweet, though I would never admit that aloud.