Bennett growled to himself when he read the text. He rarely pushed when Ezra chose his friends over him, yet another reason he knew it was time to end things. At this point, he’d had enough of it. His stress level was already through the roof with the thought of their inevitable breakup & he was ready for this whole thing to be put behind them. He didn’t want to keep putting it off.
He started to type back then stopped to delete the words on the screen. Fuck it, he muttered to himself, deciding instead to make a phone call.
His jaw clenched when the call connected & he heard his boyfriend’s voice on the other end. Hey, baby. Can we…
Am I mad? Yes, I’m fucking mad. You do this shit to me all the time, Ezra, he grizzled, cutting the man short. He could feel his face turning red as his annoyance grew. I get it. Your friends & fishing & surfing & going out on boats & going to parties to get drunk, it’s all more important to you than I am.
Yes, it is. If it isn’t true then you have a really shitty way of showing me that I mean anything, Bennett hissed, again interrupting Ezra. And usually I just put up with it. The one time I really needed to talk & you can’t even do that for me. Ezra, I really don’t know how much I can take. As a matter of fact, I should just tell you now what it is.
No, Benny, Ezra interjected before the man continued to berate him. I promise you I will meet you tomorrow. Whatever it is, we can talk about it then. I’m sorry I had already made plans when you texted me earlier but tomorrow, I’ll make time no matter what, okay?
I’ll call to tell you ‘good morning’ on the way to the gym like I always do. When I’m done with my work out, I’ll come over. Ezra paused to wait for an answer.
Bennett sighed into the phone. Fine. No excuses; you better show up. If you flake on me again…
I won’t, baby. I’m all yours tomorrow if you need me to be.