Page 85 of Frat Ghost Wingman

“Hey, what’s up? Everything okay?”

“Kind of big news and I didn’t want to wait to tell you.”

Despite taking the stairs two at a time, I was holding my breath as I closed my bedroom door. I had no idea what he was going to say.

“My parents could tell something was different with me, and last night my mom just flat out asked me if we were finally together.”

“Seriously?!” I could hear the surprise in my voice, so I tried to tone it down. “What did you say?” My bed was still unmade, so I slipped under the covers and got comfy.

“Well, I hope you’re not upset, but I didn’t want to lie to them. I…I told them about us.”

“You dad was there too?”

“Yeah, we were all in the living room. Apparently, they weren’t shocked.”

Zach sounded completely chill and I was more than happy for him, but I needed to ask.

“Did you–”

“They won’t–”

I told him to go ahead since I wanted to hear what else he had to say.

“They won’t say anything to your parents if that’s what you were going to ask.”

That’s what I was going to ask, but it would almost be easier if they did. Then I wouldn’t have to decide when to tell them. Then I wouldn’t have to possibly disappoint Zach by waiting to tell them.

“Are you happy?” I asked.

“Of course you’re more concerned with me. But yeah, I was probably going to tell them anyway. It feels a little weird that they knew for so long and didn’t say anything.”

If they figured it out, then I should’ve known. Looking back, there were clues.

“It’s weird that they guessed we’re together, isn’t it?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” My thoughts returned to the present. “You seem pretty obsessed with me.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“The truth hurts sometimes, cupcake.”

Zach scoffed. “It’s not my mouth filled with dick almost every night.”

It was a low blow, but it was true. And it was a pretty perfect dick.

“It’s not like I had a dick surplus before. Maybe I’m just making up for lost time.” And now that he mentioned it. “You want to have a sleepover tonight?”

“Did you miss me that much?”

I tried to sound nonchalant. “Meh. I just missed your dick.”

“Damn right you did.” Zach’s laughter made me smile, and just knowing his parents knew and were so chill about it made me relax. “It missed you too,” he added, “and sure, we can have a sleepover.”

“Mind if I come over later then?”

“My bed’s all yours.”

Fuck, it was cold. I shoved my hands in my pockets as soon as I knocked on the door – something I’d done hundreds of times – but this time felt different. My stomach was in knots.