They're pretty fucking precious.
I flip on the television, finding the reality show we've been watching, and then turn off the lights, and the three of us eat nachos in bed.
It's messy, but I don't give a fuck. I kind of feel bad for the cleaners, though.
Somewhere in the middle of the second episode, Saige falls asleep on my shoulder. I run my fingers through her hair, watching Nolan, who's stretched out on top of the blankets with his hands behind his head, his eyes growing heavy, too. He's wearing a black sweatshirt of mine, and it rides up a fewinches near his waist—just enough for me to see some of his scars.
Nolan glances at us before turning back to the television. "Be careful with her, please. I really like her."
It's not that I don't know what he means, but Ihavebeen careful with Saige.
"Nolan?"
"Hmm?"
"Saige told me something…and it's been bothering me."
"Saige says a lot of things she doesn't mean when it comes to you—you said so yourself."
"No, it wasn't about me. It was about you."
He rolls onto his side, resting his head against his arm. "What did she say?"
"She said that you think I don't love you."
Nolan sighs and looks up at the ceiling before looking back at me. "Um…it's not a big deal. I just said that I don't think we work the same way. And that's okay; I'm fine with it. It's not something we need to talk about." He takes off his glasses and sets them on the nightstand. "I'm tired, anyway. I'm going to go to sleep."
"That's not true, though," I tell him, reaching across the girl sleeping between us and taking his hand. "I do love you…I'm so fucking sorry you didn't know that."
"Well…I do now," he says.
"Okay…good. Glad we got that cleared up."
Nolan smiles, stifling a laugh. "Yeah, me too."
"Good night," I say, flipping off the television.
"Good night."
When I get up the next morning, Saige is the only one in bed, which is to be expected. It's almost noon, and Nolan sticks to his routine when he's here, too. I'm sure he's already gone for a run, and now he's downstairs lifting in the gym.
Unlike him, I need a fucking day off every now and then. Besides, I got a workout last night.
Carefully, I slide out from beneath Saige and head downstairs to start some coffee, but quickly find that I'm not the only one here.
"Ew," Juliette says when I step into the kitchen. "You could at least wear your pants higher than your pubes."
"Why are you here? You don't live here anymore."
"Neither do you. I had to get some paperwork from Dad's office for an account we're working on in Montréal. Wait, if you're here, who's in the gym right now?"
"My boyfriend," I say, starting a second cup of coffee.
"You have a boyfriend now? Since when?"
I shrug. "I don't know. A while."
"Well, I guess maybe youaretaking what they said seriously. Good for you. I can't wait to meet him."
