"Dude, where've you been? You're never around anymore." Dylan's gaze flicks to mine before arrowing to the television screen. "What? You think because it's the offseason, you can fuck around on me and I won't notice?"
I snort.
When I remain silent, he continues, unwilling to drop the conversation. "Seriously, where have you been hiding out?"
I run a hand over the top of my fauxhawk. The gesture is a reminder of how much Gia enjoys sliding her fingers through it. As soon as she breaks into my thoughts, need spikes through me.