“I’m not staying. I just came back to grab some things.”
Blake stares at me. “I didn’t know you were out tonight.”
“I’m going to be gone all weekend.”
“The whole weekend?” He stares at the steaming spaghetti in the colander, shoulders stiff.
“Yeah…It’s not a problem, is it?”
“No.”
It obviously is.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner?” he asks.
I shake my head. Not that I know if Hamish will wait for me to eat, but I don’t want to fill my stomach if he is planning on us having dinner together. My chest buzzes with excitement as I wonder what Hamish and I will do together all weekend. Will we laze around in bed, talking? Will we play together? Have lots of wild, passionate sexwithoutour clothes on?
“I’m going to get my things.”
I dart upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. I find a rucksack in the bottom of my wardrobe and get two days’ worth of clothes, my toothbrush, and deodorant. I look around my room. What else will I need? My stare falls on my bookshelf. Maybe I could take one of my Lee Lawson books. A guy who throws kink parties would probably enjoy those steamy hot, gay erotica novels. We could read them together and then recreate some of the best scenes. I grab my favourite and stuff it into my bag.
When I turn to leave, I nearly jump out of my skin. Blake is standing in the doorway, arms folded.
“What?” I ask.
“Corey’s not doing so good.”
“He seems fine to me.”
Blake scowls. “Sofinehe’s been asleep for the last two hours.”
Guilt gnaws at my gut. I shift my weight from foot to foot. “Are you saying I need to stay home?”
“I’m saying you could have at least made sure it was okay before you planned to be away for the whole weekend.”
“I don’t have to ask permission,” I snap. “We live together. We’re not each other’s keepers.”
Blake sighs. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m just worried about Corey, and I gave up a night out with my guys to make sure he’s okay.”
“Oh, so you’re jealous?” I wish I could take the words back the moment I said them.
Blake glares at me. "No need to get snippy with me. I just apologised to you."
I knock my glasses up so I can rub the bridge of my nose. “I’m sorry. Do you want me to stay?”
“Where are you going?”
“Hamish invited me to stay the weekend.”
“Oh, so you are still fucking?”
"Practically every day."
“Only practically?”
"Thursday was a bit of a write-off. He put me to bed and then sent me home to help out here."
Blake smiles. “It sounds like he’s taking good care of you.”
