Free Breaking Joseph by Lucy V. Morgan Page B

fine.”
    “Oh.”
Really?
    Matt appeared
in the doorway, his hair even messier than usual and his t-shirt
creased like a Welsh landscape. He nodded at us and limped back
toward the sofa. His room was smaller than mine but had a cosy,
intimate feel that the suite didn’t have. It smelled like him
too–spicy shower gel with a boy’s edge of musk, the kind he’d once
smothered me in straight off the rugby pitch.
    “What did he do
to you?” I perched on the bed.
    Aidan landed
heavily beside me.
    “Circuit
training.” Matt groaned. “Bastard.”
    “You’ll heal,
you whinging fairy. It’s only a pulled muscle.” Aidan snorted.
    Matt clasped
his thigh, wincing as he lifted it onto the sofa. “It still fucking
hurts!”
    “Best have a
doughnut, then.” Aidan passed him the box. “Keep up your strength
and all that.”
    “Just to be on
the safe side.” Matt scooped three up in one large paw and
deposited them next to his laptop.
    “Lei-Lei?”
Aidan waved the box under my nose and the sweet, yeasty smell made
me nauseous.
    “I think I’ll
give them a miss.” Any more junk food this week and I’d need a
forklift into the airplane. “Mind if I order room service?”
    Matt waved a
doughnut in the air. “Go ahead.”
    The boys
chattered about the American football match on the television, and
I called down to order smug, virtuous chicken salad.
    “What did you
two do last night?” I asked.
    “Candlelit
dinner,” said Aidan, not looking at me. “We shared a plate of
spaghetti so we could have sloppy bolognaise snogs.”
    “Then we went
out to kick some bums,” Matt added.
    “You stayed in
and watched internet porn, didn’t you?” I asked.
    Aidan stuck his
tongue out at me.
    “Only for some
of it,” Matt muttered, blushing slightly. “We had dinner with Poppy
and Sadie downstairs.”
    I cocked an
eyebrow at him. “Sounds cosy.”
    “It all went a
bit downhill when I suggested a four-way.” Aidan sighed.
    “Please tell me
you didn’t.”
    “Oh, he did,”
Matt said. “We’d never have got rid of them otherwise.”
    Aidan laughed.
“That blond girl wanted me. Seriously. She kept staring at my
crotch.”
    “Sadie?” I
giggled.
    “He’s
delusional.” Matt licked sugar off his fingers. “He’d probably got
spaghetti on it or something.”
    “My cock gets
hungry,” Aidan insisted. “I have to feed the beast. You’re just
jealous, Mattman.”
    He scowled. “I
think I’d rather wank with sandpaper than screw Sadie, cheers.
She’s probably still crusty with Joseph’s–”
    I cleared my
throat loudly.
    “Sorry,” Matt
mumbled, looking away.
    “You’ve been
hanging around with him too much,” I chided, poking Aidan in
the ribs.
    “Lei-Lei–are
you suggesting that I’m a bad influence?”
    “You are!”
    Aidan pouted.
“You spend all day with your poxy law stuff…you need lightening up
a bit.”
    “Maybe I like
my poxy law stuff,” I grumbled.
    The door
rattled with a knock and I went to fetch the tray from the bellboy.
Aidan eyed my dinner with distaste.
    “That looks
disgustingly healthy,” he complained.
    I chewed a
spear of raw pepper. “I’ve got a long night ahead. I need proper
food.”
    “Argh. Crap. I
forgot about this stupid celebration thing.” Matt slapped his
forehead. “I’m going to look like a prize twat. Can you get into
nightclubs on crutches?”
    “Maybe if
you’re Lady Gaga,” said Aidan.
    I glanced
around the room. “You don’t have crutches.”
    “No…but I’d
need them.” He blew the hair out of his eyes. “I look ridiculous
limping like this!”
    “You’ll just
have to forgo that cha-cha you’d planned, and we’ll make up a story
about how you did it. Something heroic. Aidan?”
    He swallowed a
mouthful of doughnut. “Ace. How about…Sadie dropped a fork and you
had to dive under the table before it was swallowed by her
cavernous minge?”
    Matt shook with
laughter, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. “Get me drunk
and