HIDDEN (Hide Or Die)

EPILOGUE

Warning⚠️ Steamy smut ahead.

KYLE'S P. O. V.

Two years had zoomed by since high school, and here we were: Andrew, Albert, Matthew, and I, tangled up in our second year of college. It was like we’d blinked and suddenly we were pros at dodging deadlines, surviving late-night cram sessions, and living off pizza. College life was proving to be just as thrilling and unpredictable as a roller coaster, complete with those heart-stopping drops and surprising loops.

Our living situation was a sitcom in itself. Picture this: a snug off-campus apartment, bursting at the seams with the four of us squished into a two-bedroom space. Andrew and I shared one room, and Albert and Matthew took the other. The apartment was so small, that if you dropped a pencil, you’d probably hit a roommate. It worked, though—primarily because Andrew was surprisingly considerate about giving me space. And by space, I mean he had a knack for “accidentally” knocking over my stack of books just to get my attention. Everything was perfect and we were living our best lives so far.

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We woke up early Wednesday morning, going through our usual routine to get ready for classes. As I glanced over at Andrew, the sight of him in those dark blue briefs—my favorite pair—made any thought of attending class vanish from my mind.

I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

“Kyle, no!” he said, quickly turning around in my arms to face me. I gave him a toothy grin, which only made him scowl.

“Kyle, no! This is the fourth time this week, and it’s only Wednesday! If you keep this up, I might have to spray you!” Andrew warned, trying to push me away. He made a run for it, but I was faster, grabbing his hand and pulling him back to me.

I laughed, leaning in to brush my lips against his neck. “Spray me with what? Air freshener?”

“No, with holy water!” Andrew shot back, trying to wriggle free, but his attempt only made me tighten my grip. “Kyle, we have class in thirty minutes. If I fail another quiz, I swear Professor Miller will set me on fire with his eyes.”

I pretended to think about it. “Hmm, well, that’s one way to keep you warm,” I teased, nuzzling his neck.

Andrew’s eyes widened, and he flicked my forehead lightly. “Stop it! If Albert and Matt hear us, they’ll never let us live it down.”

“They probably already know,” I smirked. “Matt’s got that sixth sense for drama, and Albert… well, he’s Albert.”

Andrew shook his head, trying to keep a straight face. “This is serious, Kyle. We need to graduate and get real jobs. You know, the kind where they actually pay you money?”

“Oh, you mean the kind where you wear boring suits and attend endless meetings about synergy and profit margins? Sign me up,” I said sarcastically.

He gave me a playful shove. “Just because you have wings doesn’t mean you can fly away from responsibilities.”

I grinned. “Watch me.”

Before Andrew could react, I swooped him up in my arms and spun him around. He let out a yelp, his arms flailing, then clung to me like a koala bear. “Kyle! Put me down!”

“Not until you say the magic words,” I said, trying to keep a straight face.

“Fine! You’re the most annoying, wonderful boyfriend ever!” Andrew shouted, laughing. “Now put me down before we break something!”

"Wait! I... Ugh..." Andrew chuckled uncontrollably as I gently pushed him down onto the bed. I slid down his body until I was face to face with a surprising hard-on, which looked absolutely tempting. "Kyle, what are you doing? We have classes in less than thirty minutes," Andrew exclaimed, trying to push me away again.