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JD. Charming. Happy. Easy-going.

What am I missing? Because Ark and I have two very different takes on JD.

“You wanna go out for some food, Blue?” JD and I are kicking back on the couch and he’s watching some football-related show with his feet up on the steel and glass coffee table. I’m wearing a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt. He’s wearing a pair of boxers and nothing else. His chest is warm. I know this because my cheek is resting on it right now. He’s clingy. Or maybe I’m clingy and he’s accommodating.

Either way, I like it.

I look up at him and it takes him a second to pull his eyes from the TV. “Hmm?” he asks again.

“Not really. Can’t we stay in?”

He watches a few more seconds of the program and then it goes to commercial. “You’ve been cooped up in here for days. Let’s go somewhere. Tomorrow we gotta work. So I’ll be gone every night until Monday. Let’s go grab some beers or something.”

I shake my head. “I really don’t want to.”

He plays with my hair, letting the long blonde strands slip through his fingers before he reaches the end and they fall back against my face. “What if I get Ark to come? Will you go then?”

I shake my head. I like having them both close, but that’s not enough to get me to leave this house.

“I’ll go grab something,” Ark calls out from his office. He’s been in there all day doing… whatever it is he does. Website building. Or editing porn. “I gotta go by Ray’s anyway.”

“Ray’s?” JD asks. “Why?”

“He left me a message earlier. Probably about the party on Friday.”

“What party?” I ask.

“Halloween, baby,” JD says with a smile. “You gotta go out for that one. Ray has a huge thing. We’ve got our girl scheduled early that night, so you can either come with us, or we’ll swing by and pick you up afterward.” He turns his attention back to Ark. “Hey, I’ll go grab food and talk to Ray. I’m sure it’s about the girls we’ve got lined up this week.” He lifts my head up off his chest and slips out from underneath me, jogging down the hallway to his room.

I stare at the empty hallway for a second, thinking about Halloween, when Ark speaks, surprising me. “You want to explain?”

“No, not really,” I say with a smile. “You?”

“I’m not the one refusing to leave the apartment.”

“I’m not the one encouraging intimacy and then slapping my ass and saying thanks, like I’m some whore you pay to pleasure you.”

“We did pay you.” He takes a seat in the chair just to the left of the couch and props his foot up on his knee, like he’s getting comfortable.

JD appears wearing what I’m starting to think of as his uniform. T-shirt. Jeans, always well-worn and faded. Boots. And a flannel. He stops at the door and slips his black leather jacket on over the flannel and then turns back to us. “Be good, boys and girls. Back in like an hour.”

The door opens. Closes. And then Ark and I are alone again.

“My turn. What was your college major?”

I shake my head. “It’s not your turn and I’m done with the questions.”

“Why?” He stands up and takes a step towards me.

I panic and stand up too, back away from him. “Don’t.”

He takes another step and I’m about to bolt back into JD’s room, but he grips my upper arm firmly and yanks me towards him. I push him off but he squeezes my nipple under the t-shirt and I freeze.

“Why do you like it to hurt?”

“I don’t.”

He shakes his head at me, all but tsks his tongue in disagreement. “Are you ashamed of it?”