As far as responses go, it seems simple enough, but everything about that sentence was carefully curated to piss me off. Saige was never supposed to be Dax's princess. And byget out of the house, he meansget away from me.
Nolan sits beside me on the couch, and Dax sits in the chair across from me, pulling Saige onto his lap. Again, it feels intentional and unnecessary. I get it—whatever I said to Saige didn't seem to matter. I need to get him to back the fuck off. "We stayed the night at my place and then spent the rest of the afternoon in Vancouver."
"That's really cute," I tell him, looking at Saige instead, who sinks into his side, uncomfortable under my gaze. My eyes drop to her bruised wrists, and she notices, pulling her sleeves down before folding her arms in front of her chest.
That has Nolan written all over it. On a visceral level, I like it. It makes my dick hard. I bet she looks beautiful and pathetic, just like I like her, handcuffed to the bed, getting fucked senseless. But they weren't supposed to fucking like each other. He's not supposed to kiss her and tell her all our goddamn secrets.
There's a power shift happening. I'm just glad she's too fucked up to have realized it yet. Still, my window to take control of the situation is closing, too.
"Um, I emailed you my psych assignment," she says weakly.
"Yeah, I got it."
"Who's winning?" Nolan asks.
"Flames," I grumble.
"I'm tired. I think I'm going to go take a shower and lie down—maybe read for a while," Saige says.
Before she gets up, Dax kisses her and makes it a whole fucking display, gripping her ass, biting her lip hard enough to make her yelp.
I'm surprised I don't crush the glass bottle in my hand.
She says I'm cold, and it serves as a warning, but Dax is warm. How do I act like that?
"See you later, baby," he says as she walks away.
"Night, Saige," Nolan says.
"Good night."
She walks to her bedroom first, getting clothes to take with her to the bathroom. I can tell Dax wants to say something, but he waits until the shower turns on.
"We're good, right?" Dax asks. "No hard feelings about you trying to turn Saige against me; you won't do it again, blah blah blah."
"I don't think that's what I did. I just…enjoy tormenting her."
"It's kind of what you did. What do you think, Nolan?"
"I think I have some homework I need to finish up, too," Nolan says. "I'll see you guys in the morning."
I sigh, turning my attention back to the television, and he leaves us alone in the living room. "Dude, did you see that block? That was sick."
"Why are you trying to change the subject?"
"I don't want to fight with you," I tell him. "You're my best friend. It seems pretty fucking stupid for us to fight over some girl, don't you think?"
"Yeah, I do."
"There's no point, really. I mean, we've shared girls before. It shouldn't matter to you if I want to fuck Saige, right?"
"Um…you want to fuck Saige? Since when?"
"I don't know. Since now. I'm being honest about it, like you asked. You said you would help me if I wanted."
"Yeah…I guess if you need to get it out of your system; I get that."
"While we're being honest, I don't know if I'll be able to get it out of my system that easily. Hurting her is the only thing that makes me come. I think I want her for myself."
