“You dog! When? What did you do?” Shocked, I turn to face her.
“No, I am not doing this. I’m not doing that girl thing where I sit here and give you a play-by-play of every time me and...you know whodid stuff together.” She giggles, scooting in closer and grabbing my thighs like we’re sharing a super big secret. Which, in all fairness, we are.
“Tell me where and I’ll leave it at that. Promise. I won’t even ask if you put your fingers up his ass.”
“Amber!”
“I said I wouldn’t ask!” I groan. We glare at each other for a few seconds before I crack.
“Promise you won’t ask for more details if I spill?” she nods quickly. “Shower, pool house, Cameron's house, and this bed.” I rapid fire, my face definitely flushing. Then, I tack on. “Oh, the shower is the debatable location.”
“Oh. My. God.” She shakes her head at me. “Did you not fall in the shower, you psycho?”
“Huh? No, I wasn’t in there—I just watched him shower.”
“Right, right. What did he say when he caught you?” Amber casually picks at her nails and I watch her.
“Not much, just let me watch.” She’s staring at me like a fucking crazy person, and I realize she just got a whole fuckingstory out of me. “Yousiren! I said nothing else! Stop prying and leave me alone.” I get off the bed and stomp over to my desk, grabbing a pen (one that Benjamin threw at me) and start angrily writing out what I need to study for our upcoming environmental sciences exam.
“Sorry! Sorry!” She throws her hands up in surrender. “I can’t help myself—I know you both so well. And I might be a siren, but at least I’m not a psycho.” I spin around in my chair.
“What?”
“Yeah.” She shrugs, leaning back against the headboard. “I mean, fucking someone in your family pool house? That’s sick.” I’m going to fucking kill her. First, she pushes and pushes, and now she’s mixing everything up and making me sound like a creep!
“Oh my God. Amber, I told you I didn’t fuck him. And it was like two in the morning.” She scoffs.
“Like that matters.”
“It does! I was drunk and just going to crash on a floatie when I caught him jerking off in the shower after a late-night swim. Nothing psycho about it, just coincidence.” I defend, spinning my chair and going back to my paper.
“And it’s not psycho to watch from the corner like a creep?”
“JESUS. I didn’t! I walked straight in and asked him if I could make him come. Is that psycho, Amber? Before you say yes, know I’m not against smacking you if you really deserve it.” She knows I'm lying, but she still raises a brow. God, she’s irritating.
“Not psycho.” She agrees. “That’s actually really hot.”
“What?” I ask, expressionless.
“Uh,yeah. Watching him shower? Then catching him again and jerking him off? Come on, that's grade-A amateur porn. If you ever want a third party to sit back and watch, I’m so down.” I now understand. She has worked this entire conversation to figure out what she wants to know. She never thought I was psycho or a pervert. In this moment I’m so glad she’s not my enemy—how fucking terrifying.
“You’re banned from my room, leave now.” I point at the door and she laughs.
“Aaron, he might not have had the honor of experiencing your dick yet, but as someone who’spersonallyexperienced your sweet mouth and those long fingers, um yeah. Watching him take even just that from you would be probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Not like, in a weird way of course.”
“Is there any dimension where that isn’t fucking weird?”
“Yep, this one. I’d love to see it, but once it’s over, you’re still my best friend and he’s still Bear.” She shrugs. “I can separate entertainment and friendships.”
“I can’t stand you.” Amber waves me back over to her, pulling me down when I reach her. My face resting on her stomach, her legs on either side of me.
There’s a long moment of silence.
“What did you do? That made him sad?” I sigh.
“I told him we can’t be doing this. It’s not right.” I play with the hem of her tank top. “He told me to never touch him again.” My voice is small when I say it. Now that I’ve confessed to someone, it’s real. I’ll never touch him again.Someone else will.
“It’s not right? Why?”
