What's Yours Is Mine

Dude, I cannot wait until Ryan gets here, my boyfriend, Drew said for probably the millionth time today. You re going to love him. I smiled at him. Well, I feel like I already know him the way you talk about him. Drew glanced over at me as he navigated airport traffic. Sorry babe, he said sheepishly. It s just that I haven t seen Ryan since we were at university together. He was my frat brother and best friend. We did all sorts of wild shit. Of which I m pretty sure you guys will rehash over and over, I teased him. I reached over and patted his arm. No worries, sweetie. I m actually interested in hearing about all of your wild days in the frat. Drew actually turned red. I don t know. I think I d better censor some of those stories about the good ole days. We broke off our conversation as we went into the terminal to find the gate Ryan said he d come in at. I looked around, scanning the crowd for the person that would fit the description that Drew gave me. Drew? Drew turned around. Ryan! What s up man? The two men embraced, slapping each other on the back. It s good to see you, Ryan said, looking Drew up and down. I see you ve been working out. You look great. Drew flexed his arms, making his biceps bulge. Yeah well. I have to keep up with the physique. How am I going to tell these yungins to exercise and stay in football form if I m the fat slacker? Laughing, Ryan nodded. That s true. His eyes rested on me. And who s this beautiful lady? Your personal trainer? I smiled at him. No, not his personal trainer. Drew slung an arm around my shoulders. This is my girlfriend, Becca. Becca, this is my best friend and frat brother, Drew. I reached out to...