Chapter 3

Holding one coffee cup towards me, he opened the lid on the doughnut box to reveal a row of jam doughnuts and a row of chocolate glazed next to them. My mouth instantly watered at the sight of the sweet treats. I took a sip of coffee as I sat down on the arm of the sofa and selected a doughnut. Taking a bite of the sweet and sugary treat I instantly felt more awake and energized.

"Good night?" He asked, throwing himself down on the sofa next to me, fixing me with a knowing look and picking a doughnut for himself.

"Yeah, thanks. Where did you get to the end?"

"Had a date." He winked at me lifting his coffee cup to his lips.

I laughed before asking, "What's her name?"

"Fuck knows. Laurie, Lanie... Something beginning with L."

"Where did you meet her?"

"At the work function, you dragged me to last week." He shrugged grabbing for another doughnut. I nearly spat my mouthful of coffee out as suddenly it clicked.

"Wait do you mean Leslie? Redhead, fake boobs, fake hair, fake nails... Well just ninety -nine percent fake basically," I ask him.

He took a moment to think it over before nodding, "Yup, that's the one."

"Wow, our standards are slipping dude." I laughed as he rolled his eyes before joining in.

Once our laughing had subsided he cleared his throat and added, "One of the worst dates ever."

"Even worse than the girl with the doll collection?" I asked fighting to keep a straight face as the fond memory sprang into my head

Evan coming to my house one night freaked out after a date and telling me the story of the room filled with dolls of all kinds. Barbies, figurines, baby dolls and creepy ancient porcelain ones all lining the walls of her room. His horror-struck face was hilarious that night. He had run out of there without even giving her an excuse. It was a date that had made it to the top of his bad dates list and was still yet to be outdone.

"Okay, no. Not that bad, thankfully. But still not an experience I care to repeat."

Sniggering slightly at his reaction I continued to poke, wondering what was so bad an hour this date. "So come on, spill, what happened?"

Evan groaned, placing his coffee cup on the nearby table.

"Don't make me relive it please."

"But that's the best bit! Hearing all the new things I can tease you about for the next week." I smirked as he cocked his brow.

"Yeah, I think I'll skip giving you anymore ammo to use against me. You already have enough to fill an entire armoury."

He wasn't wrong. Being friends for as long as we have, we each have accumulated plenty embarrassing stories and memories to torture each other with. But hey, it's what friends do... What we do.

"Spoilsport." I groaned as Evan let out his familiar warm laugh.

"Rosy?" A voice called from the hall.

"You didn't tell me your hookup was still here," Evan whispered a book of pure glee flashing across his face.

I'd totally forgotten about Dylan. Throwing a cushion at Evan's overly happy face I stood up and pulled the living room door open. Dylan was standing there, now fully dressed, his hair still messed up slightly and his blue eyes fixed on me.

"I wondered where you'd gotten to." He smiled moving closer to me, placing one hand on the edge of the door frame and leaning forward. "Was hoping for a little bit of a better way to wake up this morning," he said, his voice was low and dripping with the suggestion. Before I even had a chance to reply Evan joined me in the doorway.

"Do you think he's referring to breakfast in bed?" Evan chimed in.

Dylan looked taken aback as he straightened up and distanced himself from me. The move was fast and rather funny to witness. He cleared his throat. His eyes flying between me and Evan as his brain did it's best to judge the situation in front of him and try to figure out if there was any reason to panic.

"Don't worry, you're safe man." Evan laughed casually leaning against the door. "I'm not her boyfriend. I think it's safe to say that if I were, you'd be sporting a black eye and a few missing teeth by now." Evan has him a small wink before making his way past me towards the kitchen.

I had to fight the laugh that was dying to escape at the awkward expression now on Dylan's face as he watched Evan's retreating form. As the kitchen door clicked closed he turned back to me.

"So that's your?"

"That's Evan. That's all you need to know."

I shrugged.

I wasn't about to play the reassurance card with him. We don't owe each other anything it was just some fun. Simple as. Now it's time to get rid. He looked slightly taken aback for a moment before composing himself and giving a small chuckle.

"Okay, well I best get going. See you around I hope." He leant forwards and brushed his lips against my cheek before turning and leaving through the front door. Sighing I headed the other direction making my way to the kitchen.

"He's gone already?"

"Thankfully."

Swinging the fridge door open I grabbed the carton of orange juice and a glass from the cupboard. Pouring a large glass, I settled on the bar stool by the counter as Evan threw a few slices of bread in the toaster. Once it was done, he placed some on a plate and skidded it across the counter towards me. The hot toast was welcoming to my still rumbling stomach.

"Could've sworn. I'd seen that one before."

He said taking a seat at the kitchen table and taking a bite of toast.

"Yeah. I met him last week at the club and we hooked up." I shrugged. Evan raised his eyebrows in response.

"And you went back for seconds, that's unusual. The guy must be good."

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I winked placing my plate in the sink.

Before I could say another thing, the sound of my phone ringing filled the room. Reaching over to the table, I groaned as I read the caller ID on display...Mom.