9 Chapter 9

“It’s your word,” Armin shared a steady stare with me that told me he was dead serious and not to fuck with him.

I broke down and signed his silly list of rules. Afterwards, I shook his hand, winked at him, and confirmed, “Don’t worry about Just at this wedding. Your boyfriend isn’t my type.”

Okay, so that was complete bullshit. I was head over heels in lust for Armin’s boyfriend. My heart and cock thumped for Just’s bearish body to connect with mine. But friends are friends, right? And I wasn’t about to ruin my relationship with Armin or Just. Signing a ridiculous list of rules pertaining to a weekend engagement with his boyfriend seemed harmless, elementary, but needed. I passed the notebook and Waterman pen back to him, and studied Just from head to toe with delight.

Meeting over. 9: Contact

May 31. Friday. I decided to call the grooms to let the pair know that I would be attending the wedding with an adorable city bear who just happened to be my best friend’s boyfriend.