Sometimes she’d stay when he came around, but that guy loved his privacy and wanted to jump me the second he got out of the shower. He looked at Lexi as a hindrance to his pleasure time than actual good company, and was always ushering her out the door. “I’m in the middle of a fucking conversation, Jaxon,” she’d argue as he grabbed her by the arm to steer her out. “I know, and I should be in the middle of fucking my girl, but you don’t see me bitching about it,” Jaxon would respond. “Man, you and my boyfriend would get along like a house on fire.” They did. When she brought Trevon around, Jaxon and him hit it off sharing their passion for motorbikes and cars. They’d stay up until the wee hours of the morning watching motocross or playing cards. This was good because it meant Lexi and I had time to do our own thing, like study or go out to the shops.
