Third wheel

After a hurried argument about how Shane couldn’t come on our road trip, I was already fully dressed in denim shorts, a long sleeved white v-neck and a hoodie to hide my neck and bruises. I was ready to meet Gabe five minutes ago, but I couldn’t get passed my massive mate. He wore dark gray sweatpants and a loose shirt that did very little to hide his muscles. He stood in front of me, blocking the door. Gabe would want the details, every last detail about what happened last night and how I ended up in Shane’s bed. I’d have to tell him about the mark too! We’d squeal and I’d probably get a few bruises from his accidental slapping of my arm while he bounced excitedly in his seat. At least that’s what was supposed to happen. How are we supposed to gossip and catch up if Shane rides along with us? I mean, I know Gabe probably wouldn’t care but I did not want to think about explaining what my first, second and third time having sex was like in front of my… mate. I also didn’t want to whine