I roll my eyes. “I’m talking about Skyler. He doesn’t do morning after shit with his hook-ups. But, yes, you can buy me new eggs—free range and organic, please.”
He just blinks at me for a moment before shaking his head. “I think you’ve got the wrong idea. I’m not like, a one-night stand or something. We’re…a thing now.”
I arch an eyebrow at him. “Athing?”
He gives a determined nod, my skepticism prompting him to double-down on his confidence for some reason. “Yeah.”
“So you’re, like, his boyfriend now?”
“Yeah…I guess you could say that.”
I can’t help smirking as I ask, “Shouldn’t Skyler’s boyfriend know that he’s allergic to eggs?”
Jersey’s—fuck, what the hell was his name again?—face turns bright red, and he bites on his lip, clearly hesitating about how to justify this development. “I guess we haven’t got to that yet…”
My brows creep up. “You mean because you only met last night and fucked a couple times and didn’t even sleep in the same bed?”
Fuck, I really want this guy to just get the message and leave. I don’t want to have to hit him over the head with the truth bat. I hate when it comes to that.
His face burns brighter, brow creasing in confusion, or maybe it’s just stubborn denial. “I…that’s…we slept in the same bed.”
I sigh. “Skyler doesn’t do sleepovers,” I say as gently as I can, because this guy looks like he’s about to cry. “He’s a bang and bail guy. He rarely even brings guys back here, let alone allow them to actually stay the night. He only made an exception last night because you live so far away. But he crashed in my room.”
“Jesus, that’s fucking harsh,” he says in a bitter tone, eyes averted. “He could have just been upfront with me.”
“Hewas,” I say defensively. That’s one thing I have no doubt about; Skyler might screw around a lot, but he always lets his hook-ups know the score. “He would have told you when you met at the bar he was just after a hook-up.”
“Yeah, but…”
“Yeah, but nothing. You’re the one who kept pushing things further. You can’t blame Sky for wanting to stay behind the line he drew.”
“Well, I guess I won’t be needing these anymore,” he mutters, glowering at the bowl of whisked eggs in his hands. And then to my absolute horror, he strides over to the sink and washes the bowl out before I have a chance to say anything.
“Dude, what thefuck?” I demand, throwing my arms up wildly. “Jesus, I can’t believe I was starting to feel sorry for you.”
Jersey turns back to me, wide-eyed and confused. “What?”
“Just get the fuck out of my house, egg-waster.”
“But you said…” The lightbulb goes on in his head and he winces. “Oh, shit. Sorry.”
“Out,” I growl, pointing to the door.
“I can replace them,” he says in a small voice. “Free range, right?”
“Just get your ass back to Jersey and don’t come back here, not even for eggs,” I tell him.
He nods quickly and starts to move, before hesitating. “It’s just…can I at least grab my phone? It’s charging in Skyler’s room.”
I roll my eyes. “Of course you can grab your fucking phone.Jesus.”
He dashes out of the kitchen and over to Skyler’s room, moving in a weird zig zag pattern as though he’s expecting me to take a shot at him. He vanishes into Skyler’s room for a moment before emerging, holding up his phone as if to prove that was indeed the reason he needed to go in there.
“Okay, um…bye, I guess.”
I hold my hand up to wave him off as he leaves the apartment. “Nice meeting you, Jersey.”
“Yeah, sure.”
