Page 81 of Floored By Love

No promises.

Fuck. And I just came in my jock.

“Luke. Luke!? I think you broke him, Cam,” O said.

“I’m here. I’m here. Just-”

“Fantasizing?” Colton suggested.

I nodded.

“Oh brother! Let’s see what rooms are left, Orion.”

Well, I didn’t think the guys could actually hear us, since their bedrooms were on the other side of the living room and the dining room. It wasn’t impossible, but I’m sure the front desk would get complaints from our other neighbors before the guys.

“This place is sick!” O returned to the living room. Cam and I were lounging on the couch.

“Have you seen the hot tub yet?” I asked.

O practically tripped over the table. “There’s a hot tub?” he asked, running out onto the balcony. He came back in a few seconds later, screaming, “Colton! Alex! There’s a hot tub!”

They both came running out of their rooms to check it out.

My phone vibrated.

Dad: You’re an adult. We can't stop you from messing up your life. You’re on your own.

“Well, I guess that’s that,” I said to Cam, showing him the text.

He lay his head on my shoulder.

I’m sorry.

“Thanks. It was what I expected, but it still sucks. It doesn’t say if they’re coming or not. I should call Shane.”

Part of me was relieved that they weren’t going to fight with me about Cam, and part of me was angry that they didn’t care enough to fight. They didn't care at all. But it had always been that way. I never felt very familial with them. Pulling out my phone to dial, I noticed a weird icon in the corner. I flicked the menu down and clicked on it.

‘No signal.’

“Well, that was fast. They cut my phone already.”

Cam squeezed my arm.

“Fuck.”

You should talk to Shane and Coach.

“Yeah, I know. You guys know what room number Coach is in?” I called out.

None of them knew. Perfect.

Knock knock knock.

Well, at least we weren’t about to have sex.

I got up to answer the door. It was Ford with a luggage cart overflowing with bags.

“Hey Luke,” Ford said, dragging the cart with him.