I cast them a glance before going over to the mini fridge to put my food away.
“Ah, I’m heading to bed,” I throw out there.
“No one asked,” Easton mutters.
“East!” Taylor hisses.
“What? Cool, he’s going to bed. Does he want me to tuck him in or something?”
Asshole.
“I just thought I’d let you know, because you’re watching a movie and I can hear it,” I mutter, taking my sneakers off.
“So, we’ll get headphones,” Easton argues.
I sigh heavily, turning to face them. “Look. I don’t mean to be an asshole.”
Easton snorts, interrupting me. “Because it comes so easily?”
“Pot, meet kettle.” I glare at him. “Like you’re so damn charming.”
“I’m plenty charming.” He grins, pulling Taylor closer in his arms. “Isn’t that right, baby?”
Taylor glares at her boyfriend before turning to me with a smile. “Don’t mind him. I was just leaving.”
“No, you weren't. I thought you said you would sleep over?” Easton scowls.
“I’d prefer if there were no sleepovers.”
“It’s a good thing no one asked you.” He glares at me.
“It’s my room.” I start to grow angry.
“And it’s also my room.”
My jaw grinds, and it takes everything in me not to go off. Why is he such an asshole? This is his first night here. Can’t he just have some kind of respect for the fact I’ve been living in this damn room, all on my own, for almost four years?
Maybe agreeing to have a roommate wasn’t a good idea. I mean, with him as my roommate, it sure as hell wasn’t.
“You know what? I’m not going to argue. Fine. If Taylor wants to sleep over, go for it. But know, I sleep in my boxers, and I snore. Also, no sex.”
“Trust me, Benny Boy, we know you’re not getting any.” Easton chuckles.
“I meant, the two of you,” I grind out. “And you're sure about that? I think the other night proved that statement wrong.”
Anger flashes on Easton’s face, his nostrils flaring as his jaw clenches.
Images of those familiar hazel-green eyes flash into my mind. The way he watched me as I came.
How I came so much harder knowing he was watching.
What is wrong with me? The man's girlfriend is right there. He’s taken, and straight, and well, I hate the guy, so I should not be having any sexual thoughts about the jackass.
Turning away from him, I shut the lights off, strip down to my boxers, and get under the covers.
With the movie they were playing on pause, all that's left is awkward silence.
Yeah, I have a feeling I’m not going to get much sleep tonight. Practice is going to be a bitch tomorrow.
