Chapter 7
Easton
Is he for real? He just shuts the lights off and expects everyone to just go to bed? It’s midnight for fuck’s sake. I’m not tired yet.
I don’t care if this was his room before, it’s my room now, too. If I don’t want to go to bed, I’m not fucking going to bed.
“Maybe I should go,” Taylor whispers.
“Don’t you dare,” I hiss in her ear.
“Easton.”
“No,” I whisper. “Let’s go wash up before bed,” I say a little louder.
I can see the funny look she gives me from the glow of the laptop. She rolls her eyes and sighs.
Closing the laptop, I slide it under the bed. As soon as we’re out of the room, I turn to her.
“Can you believe him? We were in the middle of watching a movie! He just walks in and snaps his fingers, expecting us to just shut our eyes and go to bed on his schedule?! He’s not the only one in that room. I have every right to watch a movie with my girlfriend.”
“We can still watch the movie. Let’s just put headphones on. We can share.”
“That’s not the point.” I sigh. “He’s an asshole who thinks he owns the damn world.”
Taylor’s lip curves, and I glare down at her. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“You’re being a bit of a drama queen, East.”
“No. I’m not. He wants to go to bed? Go for it. No one’s stopping him. He can put some earplugs in. But to announceit like he expects us to do what he says, when he says it. Not fucking happening, Tay.”
“It’s late. Why don’t we just go to bed? You have an early practice, I have an early class. It’s really not a big deal.”
“I’m not letting him win,” I growl.
“Win what?” She laughs.
“Okay, so here’s the plan.”
“What plan?” She groans, letting her head fall back against the wall.
“We’re gonna go pretend we’re getting ready for bed. Once we’re in bed, we’re going to have sex.”
“What?!” Her eyes bug out of her head. “Fuck no, we’re not.”
“No, not for real.” I wave her off. “But he doesn’t need to know that.”
She gives me a blank look. “So what, fake it?”
“Yeah.” I grin. “Aren’t girls pros at that?”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” She glares at me. “And honey, I get off just fine.” She winks. “Never by the hands of a man, though.”
“Hey.” I pout. “I would totally get you off.”
“Sure you could, baby.” She pats my cheek placatingly.
“You’re mean.” I glower.
