I grimace at the stars. “He fell asleep right after.”
“Ugh. I hate when that happens. Did he at least get you off?”
I wish. “He didn’t even try.”
Silence ensues.
If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s silence. “But it’s totally fine. He’s just really tired from work.”
“Okay, I don’t know this guy and I understand you’re head over heels or whatever, but I’m going to tell you here and now that if you decide to ever hook up with him again and the same thing happens, you’ve gotta cut and run, sister.”
Is she right?
I mean, sex isn’t the only indicator of a healthy relationship, but it’s certainly a big part for me. I don’t want to end up with someone who doesn’t eventry.
I glance back into my apartment, where Josh is panned out on my bed.
Have I been wrong about him all this time?
Soft chords of the Rolling Stones “I Can’t Get No Satisfaction” lift behind me.
Slowly I turn, my stomach sinking when I see a shadowy figure on the next balcony over. “Hey, Meg. I gotta go.”
“See you tomorrow. Love you, girl.”
“Love you too.” I end the call and clench the phone in my fist. If I didn’t need it, I’d throw the thing at my neighbor’s smirking face. “You’re such an asshole.”
Elliott’s deep chuckle washes over me, lifting the hair at the back of my neck. “Sounds like I’m not the only one.”
I cinch the tie at my waist a little tighter. “You know, most people would be polite and not eavesdrop on someone else’s private conversation.” Or at least pretend they didn’t hear. Honestly. Who raised this man?
“Most people would make sure they’re alone before theyhavea private conversation. I was out here first.”
He has me there—not that I’ll ever admit it. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”
He lifts what looks like a bottle of beer to his smirking lips. “Nope.”
Of course he doesn’t. Why would I be left in peace when I could be plagued by Elliott instead?
I glance back through my door to see if sleeping beauty woke up yet.
Looks like my boyfriend is out for the count.
As tired as I am, I really don’t feel like going back in there and listening to him snore and there isn’t room for us both on the single bed.
Narrowing my eyes, I watch Elliott take another sip. “Turn down that music.” Wouldn’t want Mick Jagger’s singing to ruin Josh’s nap.
Damn, that beer looks good. So good, in fact, that I’m willing to endure my neighbor’s presence if it means I can drown myself in alcohol. “You have another one of those?”
“Nope. This is the last one.”
Thanks for nothing, I guess.
Elliott turns down the volume on his phone, stands, and drifts over to his railing to hand me the bottle. “But from what I heard in there, you need it more than I do.”
Normally, I wouldn’t drink after someone else, but this guy is right. I need a drink.
The bottle is still cold when I wrap my fingers around the glass and take a deep swallow.
