I make him dinner when he comes home from work
He makes me coffee in the morning
And then we do this weird, charged pause every night where it’s like neither of us knows whether to say goodnight or climb each other like trees
I can’t do this slow-burn-with-extra-torture thing anymore
I’m serious
Stella
Then do something about it
Gabby
At least figure out how to see him naked
He did see you
That imbalance cannot stand
STOP.
Gabby
What? I’m just saying
Stella
And I’m just agreeing
I hate both of you
Stella
We love you too
Gabby
Now go figure out how you’re going to accidentally see him naked
Purely for emotional closure, obviously
I huff a laugh and roll my eyes just as a knock startles me. I sit up from where I crashed on my bed, wrapping my towel tighter around me. “Yeah?”
“I’m meeting Bennett at The Brass Lantern,” Nash says through the door, voice gruff. “Thought you should know.”
“Okay. Thanks for telling me.” I clap a hand to my face, wishing I didn’t sound so weird. We’re both adults. Nothing inappropriate happened. There’s absolutely no reason for things to be awkward.
“Call me if you need anything.”
“I will. Have fun. And tell Bennett I said hi.”
“Will do.”
Nash’s footsteps retreat down the hall, fading like the heat in the room and I flop back on the bed, glaring at the ceiling like it’s the reason I’m in this situation.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
