Besides, running over to Ross’s wasn’t necessarily a guarantee of anything. Ross and Stan had broken up three other times over the last year and, yeah, usually sex was involved, even though Drake knew he shouldn’t give into Ross.
But this time might be different.
Stupid.
Drake had been devastated when Ross had taken Stan back last time. Crying and telling Drake he was sorry but he loved Stan. Now, here he was all over again.
Shaking his head, Drake straightened from the wall, pocketed his cell phone, and walked back to Jay’s front door. Tapping lightly on it, he turned the knob and stepped back inside.
“Sorry about that,” Drake said with a smile.