I must have been staringat the text too hard because Marie’s voice comes from close.
“Is everything okay?” she asks.
“Yes,” I roughly reply and sidestep her to talk to Sebastian.
“Seb is in his room folding laundry,” she adds.
I take the stairs, two at a time, and enter his room. Marie’s imprint is everywhere and it looks more like her room than his.
His bed has soft pink bed sheets and pillowcase — he doesn’t even like pink. Makeup supplies sit on his study table that should be filled with books and stationery but instead they all are on his nightstand. On the other nightstand, there’s feminine perfume bottles, hair ribbons and hair clips, all in different sizes and colors. The chair in the corner of the small room has her clothes on it while his sit in the hamper. There are pink slippers near the door and a bra next to it.
I gesture Sebastian to it with my eyes and he looks dumb.
“What?”
“Look down and see.”
He does and grins as he picks it up. “That’s my girlfriend’s.”
“Well fucking aware.”
He chuckles as he takes care of it.
I sit on the pink sheets with a a scowl and lean back as I watch him clean his room. It’s a small space but he pays the rent and takes care of it. He’s fucking proud of this place.
“Marie said you’re folding laundry.”
“In a minute.”
I grow silent, watching him closely while trying to arrange the thoughts in my head. The evidence of his physical activities is everywhere and the air wreaks with sex, which sends my head rolling and I can’t fucking decide how to approach this topic.
He’s the last person I want to discuss this matter with.
He won’t let me live it down.
He will be on my ass about the details to make sure I’m not doing anything wrong.
Still, telling him I get a hard-on whenever my girlfriend is around is a bit strange.
“I don’t like that look on your face.”
I glance at him. “What look?”
“That constipated look.”
“Fuck off.”
“No, can’t do.”
“I’ll do it for you then.”
He laughs and walks past me and sets the basket on the bed and starts folding his and Marie’s clothes.
“Something is on your mind. What is it?”
“Everything’s fine.”
“You just love that word, don’t you.”
