I Want You Back (Want You #1)(119)

But my feet didn’t move. My will was as lazy as my body today. When I held out my hand toward my suitcase, my phone didn’t magically fly into it like Harry Potter’s broom did when he called out, “Accio!” That’d be a cool power. It’d be even cooler to have a magic wand that fixed everything.

I shifted the ice pack on my groin. I must’ve been sitting there longer than I’d been aware of because the gel had become gooey and warm.

Don’t be a brooding asshole. Do something productive.

Maybe my neighbor Martin would be up for a video game marathon. If nothing else, the dude made me laugh, especially when he talked about the things he’d seen and heard around the apartment complex. I’d bet he knew who the nut-smashing kid belonged to.

Since Martin lived across from me, I didn’t bother to put on a shirt before I stepped in the hallway. If he bitched about me being shirtless, I’d point out that my brother-in-law Axl—former tenant of my apartment—had strolled around buck-ass naked most of the time. At least I had my bottom half covered.