Page 122 of Stay With Me

Well until I see Wilder and Waylon in the next five minutes, they’re my first two guesses.

I snort.

Waylon

Hey! I’ve been covering Tripp’s ass all day. Definitely wasn’t me.

Tripp

Yeah, appreciate you doing that.

Wilder

I’m not dumb enough to hit a grocery store in broad daylight.

Landen

Dumb enough to hit one at night though, huh?

Wilder

Well if I was gonna...yeah. The only thing I’d take is the fancy beer.

Waylon

What the hell is fancy beer? You bougie fucker.

Wilder

Oh it’s not bougie when you’re stealing it from my fridge?

Wilder

Wait, where the hell is Tripp? What’s Waylon covering you for anyway?

I roll my eyes at his comment and look at the beautiful girl next to me.

Tripp

None of your damn business.

Waylon

You didn’t even tell me. Where are you?

Tripp

You didn’t ask.

Waylon

Well I’m asking now!

Landen

Yeah, Tripp...what are you doing? Or should I be asking…who?

Motherfucker.