Bastiana has a loving family, two amazing best friends, and a secret.
Over summer vacation, Bastiana and her besties do their best to focus on their bucket list in order to distract them from all the secrets they're keeping from one another. When a...
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"Alright, come on, big guy." I laugh lightly as I help a very drunk Ry into my truck.
I've never seen him wasted like this. He usually only has a drink or two, choosing instead to watch over Tiana so no one hassles her. This is the first time I've ever seen him completely lose control like this.
It takes a bit of man-handling and some gentle coaxing to get his large frame into my truck. Once he's in, I carefully buckle him in and close his door before walking around to get into the driver's seat. As I buckle up and turn the engine on, Ry starts to mumble softly.
"What's that, Ry?" I ask him as I pull away from the house.
"I hate when he touches her. We shouldn't have left her there with him. What if something happens?" He asks quietly.
"Jax isn't going to let anything happen to her, Ry. She'll be okay." I try to soothe him.
"No! What if he touches her or kisses her?!" He sounds a little panicked at the thought.
"I don't know, Ry." I tell him softly. "There's not much we can do. But she's still dating Nico, so I seriously doubt she'll let anything happen. We both know she isn't that kind of girl."
"No. She isn't. She's our girl. She shouldn't be with them! She should be with us! She belongs with us..." His voice trails off before he speaks up again. "I wouldn't mind sharing her with you. You're good to her. You're good to me." His words are slurring thickly as he turns his head towards me quickly. The momentum of the movement causes him to fall and lean against me, resting his head on my shoulder. "You'd be good to me, right Ash? If I was yours?"
His drunken words make my breath catch in my throat.
Did he really just say that? Maybe he's just drunk and mixing up his words.
"I'm your best friend, Ry. Of course I'd be good to you. I'll always be good to you." I say gently, thinking that must be what he means.
His hand falls harshly down on my thigh and I can feel my skin warm all over my body, radiating out from his touch.
"No!" He whines. "If I was yours. You'd still be good to me, right?"
I swallow thickly and focus on the road in front of me. I decide to answer honestly. Ry is so drunk that he probably won't remember most of this anyway.
"Of course, Ry. If you were mine, I'd always be good to you." I say softly.
I glance down at him quickly and he's grinning up at me. The sight makes my heart constrict. I can't remember the last time I saw him look this happy and relaxed. He's always so tense, but right now he's fucking beaming up at me with pure joy in his eyes.
