Not in love.
Not romantic.
But we are.
“Yeah, fuck. I know. I just didn’t expect it to hit me like this. Maybe if something about him didn’t piss me the fuck off…” He stands up straight again, chuckling.
“Oh, you mean the fact that first, he made friends with your boy, and now he’s fucking me? It makes sense. You think he’s taking what’s yours, but he’s not.”
He nudges me with his arm. “When did you get so smart?”
“It’s Ollie’s tutoring,” I tease, and we both laugh.
“Come on. Let’s go. I need Ollie.”
I nod, wondering if I’ll ever know what it’s like to need someone that way…or for someone else to need me that way.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Shai
“What the fuck?Didn’t I tell you to stay in my room?” Rory asks when he finds me in the living room with Ollie.
“I mean, technically, but…”
“I went up to get him,” Ollie says. “He shouldn’t have to be a prisoner in your room. He’s our guest.”
“You sound like you’re about to break out in song at any second,” Rory tells him, in unison with Cillian’s, “Kitten…”
“Don’t kitten me! He’s my friend, and he’s Rory’s…”
“Pet,” Rory fills in.
The front door opens, and I turn around to see a guy with a buzzed head and a woman with long black hair.
“Who the fuck are you?” the guy asks.
“Rory’spet,” Cillian says through clenched teeth.
“And his friend.” I point to Ollie with my thumb, partly because it’s true and partly to piss off Cillian.
“Why is he in our house?” The guy drops his bag.
“Oh my God,” the woman says. “Why are you all acting like no one ever comes over? We literally have parties how often?”
“That’s what I told T,” Rory pipes in, the woman walking over.
“Hi, I’m Aislin, Tiernan’s sister. And this asshole is Dean.”
“He’s mine.” Another guy enters the room—Tiernan, I assume, the one who is clearly in charge.
I shrug. “He’s not my type anyway. I like redheads.”
“Okay…so…he fits in.” Aislin eyes me. “You didn’t tell me your name.”
“Shai.”
“Well, that’s a badass name.”
