"Really good. He taught me to throw axes." I risk a glance. He's staring at me, eyes dark. "My roommates are tired of hearing about him."
"Seb." My name sounds different in his mouth. Heavier. "I don't… I'm not?—"
"I know." I reach for the door handle. "I know exactly what you're not."
"Wait—"
But I'm already out, heading for my door on unsteady legs.
"Doc! Seb!"
I turn. He's half out of the truck, looking wrecked.
"Thursday?" he asks. "Psychology study session?"
I should say no. Should protect what's left of my dignity.
"Same time," I agree.
His smile is complicated. "Text me when you're inside?"
"Why?"
"Just... please?"
I nod, not trusting my voice. Make it to my door on autopilot. My roommates are in the living room, three heads swiveling toward me in unison.
"So?" Leo demands. "How was the date?"
"It wasn't a date."
"You're flushed," Russell observes. "And is that sawdust in your hair?"
"We went axe-throwing."
"That's the most heterosexual date I've ever heard of," Max says.
"It wasn't—" I give up, heading for my room. "I'm going to bed."
"Tell us everything!" Leo calls. "Was he handsome? Did he pay? Did you?—"
I close my door on their questions, falling onto my disaster of a bed. My phone buzzes.
Gavin
You inside alright?
Me
Yes
Gavin
Good
Thanks for tonight
Sorry if the guys were too much
