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of welcome he would receive. If Zayn was smart, and Spencer knew he was, he would slam the door in Spencerā€™s face. More likely, Rocky wouldnā€™t let him past the front gate. He was more than a little surprised when no one stopped him. At the door, a guy Spencer hadnā€™t seen before let him in.

ā€œHeā€™s in the living room.ā€

Spencer didnā€™t stop for any reason. Not even to introduce himself to the hundredth guard he had never seen. He had to get to Zayn before they tossed him out. As he cleared the living room door, he spotted Zayn. Shirtless and with one foot on the table, Zayn stared out the window at the pool. The waterfall wasnā€™t going, leaving a clear view of the faux tropical paradise that was Zaynā€™s backyard. There was a glass of whiskey in Zaynā€™s hand and an open bottle on the table. There was quite a bit missing already from the bottle. Two vases sat nearby. One was brightly painted. The other looked barely passable. It made sense his vase would look as sorry as him.

ā€œIā€™m a huge idiot.ā€

Zayn glanced his way. A small smile passed over his features. ā€œHey, baby.ā€

While Zayn had that patient look about himā€”like he planned to let Spencer slide again. Spencer couldnā€™t let that happen. He crossed the room. ā€œI donā€™t even know what happened. One second I was loading the truck for tomorrow. The next, Jinx was there wanting to know why I wasnā€™t in class. Iā€™m such a fuck-up.ā€

Zayn cocked his head to one side and eyed Spencer. After a moment, he set his glass aside and patted the spot beside him. ā€œWhat do you think about learning how to make beer next?ā€

Spencer crossed the room and joined Zayn on the couch. He didnā€™t know how to react. ā€œI donā€™t know if Iā€™m cut out to learn new things. Obviously, Iā€™m not very good at remembering to attend the classes.ā€

As Zayn leaned Spencerā€™s way, Spencer automatically draped his arm over Zaynā€™s shoulders so he could hold him. He pressed his lips to Zaynā€™s temple while Zayn explained. ā€œThatā€™s why beer-making is so perfect. We donā€™t need to take a class or anything. I can buy the stuff, and whenever youā€™re here, we can work on it. There wonā€™t be any times for you to remember.ā€

Spencerā€™s eyes fell closed. He didnā€™t deserve Zayn. Spencer swallowed past the lump growing in his throat. ā€œI picked the pottery thing. It seems only fair for you to pick the next new experience. Do you even like beer?ā€ After all, Spencer had never even seen Zayn drink before tonight.

ā€œNot really, no.ā€

A chuckle rose and stuck in Spencerā€™s throat. He shook his head. ā€œIt still blows me away that you once claimed youā€™re boring. Youā€™re funny as hell.ā€ He kissed Zaynā€™s temple again. ā€œIā€™m so sorry. Nothing matters more to me than your happiness. Iā€™m sure it doesnā€™t feel that way, though. You should kick me out.ā€

Zayn twisted and pressed his lips to the corner of Spencerā€™s mouth. Spencer took advantage and claimed Zaynā€™s mouth. Zayn hadnā€™t kicked him to the curb or even called him on his bullshit. Spencer felt like the luckiest bastard on the planet because he definitely deserved to be put on blast. He didnā€™t understand why Zayn put up with so much from him. Spencer wasnā€™t sure Zayn owed Spencer his forgiving nature. It had to feel like Spencer fucked him over on purpose, but Zayn never said as much. Spencer was an avoidance kind of guy. If Zayn didnā€™t want to fight, Spencer was more than happy to keep pretending he didnā€™t suck.

Zayn pushed until he straddled Spencerā€™s hips. The taste of whiskey coated Spencerā€™s tongue, sending him hunting for more. Maybe they could get drunk and fuck all night, thenā€”hopefullyā€”Zayn wouldnā€™t remember how Spencer ruined the first half of the night.

ā€œSorry to interrupt, but thereā€™s a guy named Jinx out front who looks a hot mess. He says itā€™s important he speaks to Spencer.ā€

Zayn immediately climbed from Spencerā€™s lap. The irritation flashing in his features wasnā€™t lost on Spencer as he came to his feet. Still, Spencer knew Jinx wouldnā€™t show up here for no reason.

ā€œIā€™ll be right back.ā€ Spencer tried not to see the way he hurt Zayn again, or the accusing look Rocky gave him as he rushed from the room, but the building sense of unease had him scurrying outside.

Rocky was right. Jinx was a mess. His hair stood in every direction and he had obviously been crying. Spencer knew without even having to ask. Jinxā€™s mom was gone.

Zayn grabbed his bottle of whiskey and empty glass and headed for the kitchen. Rocky stayed hot on his heels. Since Zayn already knew Rocky was bursting at the seams with lectures, he did his best to avoid Rockyā€™s gaze.

After abandoning his glass, Zayn turned up the bottle. He wasnā€™t upset. Zayn couldnā€™t explain how he felt. Unimportant seemed a good place to start. He was highly aware that he was dead last on Spencerā€™s list of priorities. It hurt a hell of a lot more than expected, but he wasnā€™t angry. Mostly, he was unsurprised.

ā€œHow much longer are you going to let this go on?ā€ Rocky asked, obviously deciding he was finished waiting for an opening.

Zayn swiped at his mouth, wiping away the whiskey that lingered on his lips. ā€œI donā€™t know what you mean.ā€

To his surprise, Rocky stormed from the room before stamping back in, carrying the vases Zayn brought home earlier. He slammed them down on the counter next to Zayn.

ā€œTake a good look at this bullshit right here, because this is the rest of your life. This is what you have to look forward to. Unfulfilled promises and silent rage. You will always do everything alone while he canā€™t finish what he starts and has random dudes showing up at your front door.ā€

Zayn eyed the vases but didnā€™t respond. Instead, he took another drink. He couldnā€™t say Rocky was

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