“Maybe because it bothers him when you make messes when you sleep here.”
“Don’t bullshit me. I’m only like that when I’m drunk.”
“You’re always drunk when you get into bed with me.”
“You’re one to talk.”
I threw a pillow at him that he dodged.
James and I were similar.
We liked having fun and not being tied down.
And he was the only one who never judged me. Ever. There was just one tiny detail. My best friend was in love with him. So, yeah. James and I were really similar and had no morals. After he took off his gloves, I passed him a cold bottle of water as he sat down next to me on the bed.
“What is it?” I asked when I saw him shoot me a look.
“I was keeping it for tonight,” he complained, annoyed when I took a little bag of white powder out of the pocket of the jeans he’d thrown on the bed.
“Now, about the party,” I said.
“After what happened yesterday . . .”
“You can’t always worry about Will. He’s an adult. He made out with Ari? That’s his business.”
James obviously wasn’t listening to me. I knew him too well. He was stubborn and always thought he was right.
“If he fights it out with Brian, he fights it out with Brian. You can’t always put yourself in the middle of it.”
I drew nearer to kiss him, but when he moved away, I pulled back.
“Are you worried about her?”
“What? No, what the fuck are you talking about?” He tensed up.
I gave him a kiss on the neck while he was thinking about everything else.
“Snow White better not show up at the party tonight.”
“She might be Snow White, but Sleeping Beauty is right down here!” I taunted, pointing at the crotch of his pants.
“Go fuck yourself, Tiff.”
There was nothing that would get James in the mood when he wasn’t. He was a lot more sensitive and intellectual than he wanted to believe. A half-naked girl on top of him wasn’t enough.
“What is it?” I asked, watching him intently.
“I should’ve been with Will, instead I took her home.”
“So what? He asked you. If he complains now, sucks for him. Yeah, he’s your best friend, but you doing everything for him isn’t good for him.”
“You’re one to talk. Wouldn’t you donate a kidney for Taylor too?”
“What does that have to do—” I grumbled, wrinkling my nose. Obviously it had something to do with it.
“She tells youTiff, the Earth is flat!, and you sayYou’re right, Taylor, the Earth is flat, hold on, I’ll lie down on it so you can walk all over me!”
“Cut it out, that’s overstating it!”
