“How does she feel about you sharing a room with your bi teammate?”
Noah tosses his phone to the side and sits up to face me, running a hand through his dark hair. “Can we call a truce? I don’t care that you’re bisexual, and I’m sorry for all the shit I’ve said in the past, but can we just put it behind us?”
I scoff. “You want to be friends?”
He shrugs. “It’s better than being at each other’s throats. We’re teammates.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry for being an arse.” He holds out his hand. “What do you say? Truce?”
I stare at him warily before reaching over to shake his hand. “Truce.”
He grins, settling back onto his bed as I get into mine. “I didn’t realise you knew sign language.”
My lips tug into a smile, and I wonder how Amelia went on her movie date with Jonathon. “Yeah, it’s for my sister, Milly.”
His brow lifts. “Your sister?”
I chuckle. “Yeah, dickhead. My sister. Most definitelynotmy girlfriend.”
Noah grimaces. “Sorry. I saw you with those two girls and I just assumed you were hooking up with both of them.”
“What? Because I’m bi?”
He shrugs, looking a little sheepish. “I guess. I don’t know what kind of kinky shit you’re into.”
“Wow.” I snort, shaking my head. “Yeah… no. I’m not into family kink.”
“But you’re not opposed to threesomes?”
My mouth goes dry, and I fight to ignore the fluttering sensation in my stomach.
“Why?” I shoot back. “You offering a night with you and your girl?”
He huffs a laugh. “Definitely not.”
The silence stretches, but it feels different now—less of a divide and more introspective. I risk a glance over at Noah. He doesn’t look as guarded as he usually does. Maybe we really can put all this bullshit behind us and be mates.
“Can I ask you a question?”
He turns to meet my gaze but doesn’t say anything.
I take that as my opening.
“What was that with your dad in the car park after the Macquarie game?”
His eyes darken. “Just the usual Carl Bentley bullshit.”
“He’s violent?”
“Not really. Forget it. He’s nothing I can’t handle.”
His phone vibrates, and he checks the screen, a soft smile playing on his lips.
“So, you and Hannah are serious?”
He glances at me, then looks back to his phone. “Now who’s feeling out who?”
