Chapter 55

According to the program that’s on the back side of my menu, the music doesn’t start until after we eat. As of right now, there’s the faintest whisper of classical music coming from the speakers.

Creed rejoins us just before dinner service starts, and Zayd gives him a knowing smirk.

“What the hell were you doing in there? Taking a shit?”

“Oh stop,” Miranda groans as Creed smirks, and scoots his chair closer to me, putting his arm around my shoulders.

“I was taking care of a little problem,” he says, his blond hair obscuring his eyes. He leans in close and turns so that his lips are against my cheek. “And I thought of you while I did it.”

“Did you just infer you jerked off in the bathroom?” I choke, and Creed leans back in his seat, all lazy and happy as a sated cat. He doesn’t answer, but Zayd’s howling laughter and Miranda’s red face tell me all I need to know. I catch her leaning in to whisper to Andrew a few times and decide that if they are dating,