Coming To An End (2)

Anger was swelling in me, but then I realized something. Darren was a fuckign bear. A pretty dominant one. Bears don’t share territory, and if they were secretly dating or some shit, Kai would not have been invited to join them.

Not just that, but Darren’s hold on Chloe didn’t seem or feel the least bit possessive. It was supportive, like how a friend comforts another friend when they are stressed, but I wasn’t sensing an ounce of romance between them. I’m trying not to stare at her bare skin or her full curves, fighting a boner this very second just from smelling her sweet scent after she left the bathroom. Darren hadn’t looked at her the way I was trying not to look at her once. I can fully see his bulge against his boxers and it hasn’t grown or even flinched.

“I know you two aren’t dating or anything like that. Kai left here smelling like sex and Darren is in his fucking boxers while you are just in a towel. Something is going on here, and I have no plans to leave until you tell me