“Your loss,” Charlie said as he closed the door back up, but not before giving his ass a little slap.
“So what the heck has gotten into him?” I asked, while staring at the bathroom door.
“He likes the fact that you’ve been so sweet about him coming over, and he felt you deserved to not be so lonely. He actually worries about you. Plus, he thinks that if we all have sex together that it will keep me from cheating with you, cause it’s not cheating if he is there.”
“He didn’t really think this through, did he?” My eyebrows rose a bit.
“He’s nineteen. What does he know?”
“Yup, but he’s probably acting more grown-up than us. God, I want to hate him, I really do, but…”
“He kind of grows on you, doesn’t he?”
“You fucker, how could you do this? Life was so much easier, now I feel like I’m in a bad gay rom-com.”
“I still love you, you know. It doesn’t just go away.” Tim teared up again.
“Yeah, I know. Believe me, I know.”