Buck wants to apologize, wants everything to go back to normal, but Eddie won’t talk to him. He barely even looks at him. Maybe it’s time for some drastic measures.
The air crackles all around them as their heavy breaths consume the silence of the otherwise empty house.
Into Eddie’s ear, Buck murmurs, “You aren’t leaving.”
Breathless and voice straining, Eddie chuckles darkly. “There he is.”
Carefully, Buck wrangles Eddie’s hands behind his back so he can lock the deadbolt. Sensing the weakened hold, Eddie thrashes, but Buck quickly knocks him against the door again.
“Are you gonna let me do this?”
“What aren’t you getting?” Eddie counters, his cheek squashed against the door, still fighting it, not letting up. “I don’t let anyone do anything.”
Fresh from the convent, Marisol slept with “Firehose” 5 years before she met Eddie.
It bothers her a little. Did Eddie seem extra into it that night when they’d finally cleared the air about what exactly she and Buck did? Marisol gets it. If the two of them are going to have a future together, and her fingers are definitely crossed, then it makes sense Eddie would want to know exactly what his girlfriend—future fiancée?—and his best friend had shared. No matter how meaningless it ultimately was.
Eddie loves morning sex. Which is all well and good, except that this time there’s no tequila excuse a few weeks after the first time when he kisses the back of her thigh and then asks, “So what else did you and Buck do?”
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