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Nick's POV My Saturday shift at the local gas station isn’t any better. A bitter wind blew in from every side, numbing my thighs under my jeans and threatening to make my teeth crack because I couldn’t stop shivering. I lost all feeling in my fingers twenty minutes into my shift every day. Every time I thought I’d get a break from the long stream of cars looking for a fill and could warm up inside for five minutes, another dozen cars showed up.It didn’t help that our location was just off the highway and drew all kinds of traffic other stations didn’t see. Four hours later, with a drippy nose and rosy cheeks, I punched out and headed back to my humble abode. I was starving and miserable.Back in my small bedroom, I found a pair of sweatpants and sat on my bed, propped against the wall with my laptop on my lap. My intention was to study for my test, but I couldn’t shake the desperate urge to fix my situation.I pulled up Google. Not expecting viable results, I typed How to make lo

Nick’s POV The following day after class, I descended the stairs in front of the university’s library as I called my brother.“They’re gone,” he said in lieu of a hello.“Can you pick me up? I don’t want to walk. It’s a long way.”“Take the bus.”“Eww. Don’t be gross. I’ll get gonorrhea or something. Come on. Please?”“You’re such a whiny bitch sometimes.”“I am, but you love me and feel sorry for me. I’m the unwanted puppy, discarded without a care in the world. If you make me walk, I’ll spend the first hour of our time together complaining about sore feet instead of getting to the point.”“Fine, but why can’t we just go get a beer? I’ve been studying my ass off all week. I could use a cold one.”“We can’t. I need somewhere private to talk.”“Why? What’s this all about?”“Stuff and things. Trust me.”“God, you’re annoying. Fine. Where are you?”“At school. Front entrance of the library.”“On my way. Give me ten minutes.”“I knew you loved me.”“Shut up.”Noah pulled to the curb a sh

Nick’s POV Syndrome lounge was stupidly busy when we crowded in the front door. It wasn’t yet eight o’clock, but that was what happened on Friday nights this close to the university. Students drifted in to start drinking the minute they were done with classes.Nate aimed for the bar without looking back. He’d been quiet on the drive over and wouldn’t look at me. His grip on the steering wheel was knuckle-whitening tight, and he may have burned rubber on a few corners, driving too fast. But the biggest indicator of his troubled mind was the silence. No music playing was a flashing neon sign of Nate’s mood. It was a rare day he didn’t have tunes on in the background. He lived his life to a soundtrack, and it was never silent.He ordered two mugs of Coors Light, since that was on tap, and when the sexy brunette bartender with the voluptuous tits slid them across the bar, Nate snapped them up and marched away without a second glance.Wow.He was supremely pissed. It was a rarer day