The next thing I know, Lacy’s lips are on mine, and she’s reaching for the snap of my jeans. The kiss isn’t bad, considering how trashed she is, but it also makes me feel…nothing.
Not one spark. But even if my mind doesn’t do drunk girls, my body has never had a problem reacting to them.
Until tonight.
I’ve got a hot chick reaching for my junk, and there’s no response from my better half. I actually wish this girl would pass out so I don’t have to deal with the situation. Which is insane. What is happening to me?
The sound of the doorknob jiggling grabs my attention, but Lacy’s still got an arm lock around my neck, her tongue down my throat. The door opens before I can untangle us.
Mira walks in and freezes, her keys dangling from her hand. Her gaze goes straight to where Lacy is palming me. Close quarters inside my sister’s place. The couch is only a few feet from the front door.
Lacy finally notices someone has entered, and comes up for air, giving me back my mouth.
“Hey,” I say to Mira. Might as well milk the situation. This was my plan, after all.
Lacy shows some modesty and pulls her hand from my pants, sitting upright, or as upright as she can while weaving from a heavy buzz.
Mira’s mouth tenses. She strides past us into the kitchen, flipping on the lights. She slams cabinet doors as though she’s looking for something, or wants to make a lot of noise.
“Is that your girlfriend?” Lacy whispers loudly.
“Roommate.”
“Oh.” She smiles. “Good.” She glances around as if only now taking in how small the place is. “Is there anywhere we can go?”
I consider the loft, just to get out of the line of fire, but I don’t think Drunk Lacy will make it up the ladder. And I’m not sure I want to find out what Lacy has in mind. I don’t like turning girls down. They tend to get more aggressive, as Lacy exhibited before Mira’s entrance.
At the same time, a part of me wants to continue testing this theory of Phil’s. For a moment there, I got the sense Mira wasn’t simply pissed to see me, but pissed to see me with another woman. And that shows promise. If she thinks running into this sort of thing is what she has in store living with me, maybe she’ll suck it up and move home to Lewis’s parents’ place.
“It’s pretty tight in here,” I tell Lacy. “We’re stuck on the couch. My roommate will probably go in her room soon anyway.”
Her face twists in a flirty pout.
I play with Lacy’s hair as Mira stomps into the bathroom. A few minutes later, she sweeps past us, slamming the bedroom door behind her.
“Damn,” Lacy says. “You sure she’s not your girlfriend?”
“Completely.” I lean in for another kiss.
I’m suddenly optimistic about having Lacy stay the night. Still not going to sleep with her, but I wouldn’t mind holding her and kissing her. I miss that. And because there’s no spark, I have zero need to worry about the repercussions of this relationship.
Chapter Twelve
Mira
I rub the sleep from my eyes, squinting at the sun glowing through the cheap curtains of Cali’s bedroom window. I can’t believe Tyler. Asshole. That girl was unfastening his pants. Pretty obvious what I walked in on last night.
I flip over and punch my pillow to fluff it up.
Okay, I just want to hit something.
He couldn’t find someplace else to take his hookup? I could have come home at any point during their little interlude. You don’t do that with a roommate around. It’s an issue of respect.
I swear he brought that girl back just to piss me off. I never should have told Tyler what was up with my mom. Had I left him guessing, he probably wouldn’t have bugged me about the job stuff. We might not have fought.
He looked like he expected me to walk in on them—like he planned it. I might be reading into things, but he could have at least stayed at her place instead of bringing her here.
But even that thought bothers me. Arghh.
