“Dude, if she’s pissing you off, tell me.I can book her into a motel or something.”
No fucking way.
I run a hand through my hair, and Noah shoots me a glance.I glare at him, and he turns away.I need to clear the air with him, but that can wait.
I’m still wound up.
He thinks she’s single, and I know he’s going to ask me what my problem is.
“No.She’s good company and tidier than your messy ass.I’m going to rent her your room.Don’t come back.”I force a joking tone into my words.
It works.Jayden laughs.
“Yeah, until she leaves her bras and panties drying in the living room.Then you’ll be begging me to come back.”
She doesn’t leave them anywhere.I tear them off her and toss them on the floor.Again...not saying that.
I’m also not talking about Jessie's panties with her brother.
“What’s happening there?”I ask.“You gonna admit there’s a girl you’re seeing in Atlanta, or are we still calling it a conference?”
He laughs and it trails off.“Itwasa conference.For the first four days.”
As I’d already guessed.
“No kidding, Sherlock.”
“I met her online.”Jayden sighs.“She’s hot, Liam.So hot.A gamer.”
“Wait, is that the chick with the gamer tag MissBehave?”I ask, finally working it out.
He’s been flirting with her for months.
“Yeah, that’s the one.When I found out she was in Atlanta, I extended my trip.”Jayden says.“But aside from fucking amazing sex, we have zero to talk about.”
Which is the opposite for me and Jess.
Over the years, we’ve come together under the stars, in the corner of a party where no one is paying attention, while sitting in the car waiting for Jay, or any number of other places, and we’ve talked.
Talked about our dreams.
Talked about a movie.
Talked about something that’s happening in the world.I’ve always liked hearing her thoughts.
I’m just realizing she’s the person I’ve wanted to tell when I’ve had something cool happen in my life.Been promoted.Buying my house.
Yeah, I told Jayden, but it was Jessie's face I would think of first.Imagining her happiness for me.How proud she would be.
I’d make an excuse to go over to the Roger’s or count the days until Easter or Thanksgiving so I could share.
It’s been in front of me this entire time.
“Oh well, write it off as a week of great sex.”I take a swig of my water, not seeing the problem.Did he think he was going to meet up with the love of his life in Atlanta?
“Yeah.I’m gonna head home.”
My bottle freezes halfway to the desk.“On Thursday, right?”
