I still want to be a good girl.
After an afternoon of marathon sex, Dax ordered food, and then we showered together while we waited. Nolan came home; I heard him in his room, and for some reason, I got this weird feeling like we were "caught," but I don't know where it came from. Part of me wanted him to come in and strip down, too, but I knew he wouldn't do that.
Well, he would with Dax; I've witnessed it. But not with me.
Dax was unfazed by his presence, though, continuing to loudly joke around, his voice carrying in the small space the way it did when I heard the two of them in here together.
And shortly after we return to his bedroom, I hear the door between Dax's room and the bathroom lock, and the shower turns on again.
"God damn it," Dax says.
"What?"
"It still says twenty minutes for the food. I'm fucking hungry. Guess I'll have to eat you instead."
I laugh a little, hoping just a little bit that he's joking. I'm sore, and while technically, I can still walk, I definitely don't want to. I need a break, or I'm going to need an ice pack.
"I'm going to go downstairs and get dressed," I tell him.
"Okay," he says. "But come back. And bring beer with you."
I put on a cami, some underwear, and a pair of sleep shorts before brushing my teeth and drying my wet hair, and then go to the fridge, holding two beer bottles between my fingers while I close the door.
"Hey, Saige."
Elias stands maybe five feet away from me in the dark kitchen.
I steel my spine. "What?"
"I want to tell you something."
I shrug. "Well, then tell me something."
Is he actually going to apologize?
"I need you to sit with me for a minute."
Sighing, I set the bottles down on the countertop, walk into the living room, and sit in the chair.
No way I'm sitting on the couch with him. Not after what happened there yesterday.
He sits at the end of the couch closest to me, running his hands through his messy light brown hair. "This is unpleasant for me…"
Shit. Heisgoing to fucking apologize. I bite my tongue to prevent myself from saying something like,What's new? You're always unpleasant for me.
"I'm going to tell you what happened with Miles."
"Oh…okay."
"He was the TA for my psychology class last year—and I lied about that, too, okay? This is my second time taking the class, but it's not my fault."
I roll my eyes, only because I know he can't really see them. Even if it wasn't dark in the room, he isn't looking at me—he's looking past me, at a space on the wall. "Okay…"
But of course Elias would preface this by saying it isn't his fault. Nothing is ever his fault.
"I'm not a shitty student, but sometimes, I'm an asshole. And I was an asshole to Miles. He was teaching one day, and I was talking. He tried to make this big scene about it, and I don't even remember what I said, but I know all one hundred and fifty people in the lecture hall ended up laughing at him instead. And since they were laughing, I just kept piling on, and he ended up running out of the room. Everyone thanked me for getting them out of class early. So umm…the next assignment I turned in, he failed me. And I thought…that's fine, right? He got me back, and maybe I deserved it, and now we'll move on."
"Yeah…"
