And most importantly, he’s cut back on drinking, dating, and just about every other thing that was causing him to spiral this semester.
“Bright,” Noah says as he pops on a nice pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses. He’s in a lavender-colored suit with a nice purple tie, and I’m sure that suit alone cost a fortune.
“Fancy fancy,” I tell him. “Is any of your family coming out for graduation this year?”
“Nah. I’m sure they will whenever I graduate, but this year they’re… busy, to say the least.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Wes asks.
Noah lowers his sunglasses to give Weston a hard glance. “It’s bad.”
Weston frowns. “Oh no.”
“My dad proposed to Kolina. Didn’t mention shit about it to me. They’re getting married in Denmark, in her hometown, intwo fucking weeks.”
I furrow my brow. “You can’t plan a wedding in two weeks.”
“It’s going to be just our family and Kolina’s, at some Michelin-star restaurant.”
“And that means…”
Noah sighs. “That means that fucking asshole Torin is going to be my stepbrother.”
“Yikes,” Weston says, folding up his graduation pamphlet and using it as a fan.
“Shouldn’t really affect you, though, right?” I ask him.
Noah looks like he wants to die. “My dad’s already pulling strings to get him into Crimson for a summer program.”
I groan. “For fuck’s sake. It’s like rich parents have thisneedto put all their spawn into the same goddamn school.”
“My dad is as obsessed with Crimson as Weston’s was,” Noah says. “I literally saw my dad cry when I was accepted, because he thought I’d never be able to get in.”
“Too wild back in high school?”
Noah grins. “Bingo.”
I fist bump him. “That’s one thing we both had in common, I guess. Meanwhile, the love of my life was a perfect little angel back in high school.”
“That is not true,” Weston protests.
The thin sheen of sweat on him from the sunlight reminds me of how he looks when we fuck, and that’s altogethertootempting to look at right now, when we’re about to watch the seniors graduate.
“You weren’t Sheriff yet when you were back in high school?”
“I mean, I did all my work. I showed up on time. I guess I was… kind of good.”
“You were perfect,” I tell him, kissing him on the head. “Just admit it.”
He smiles and shrugs. “I had to try really hard for it. Nothing was ever easy for me.”
I lean in to whisper in his ear. “Other than taking my cock.”
“Fuck, Sev.”
“I heard that,” Noah calls out from beside me.
“Sorry,” I tell him. “I know how you can quit thinking about us.”