Taylor’s head snaps over, the same look filling her face.
Aria scrambles to cover up, and Taylor jumps to her feet.
“What the fuck is going on?” I demand, when I’m finally able to find my voice.
Both girls look like deer in headlights. They look at one another, lips red and swollen from kissing, hair a mess.
“Someone better tell me what is going on here,” I demand as I close the door.
“It’s not what it looks like.” Taylor runs a shaking hand through her hair.
“Really?” I ask in disbelief. “Because from the looks of it, you’re cheating on Easton.” My eyes dart to Aria. “I can’t believe you’d do that. After what Tyler did to you, after what Liam did to me. She has a boyfriend.”
“Bennett.” The way she says my name breaks my damn heart. She looks so broken. “It’s not what it looks like. Trust me. You know I’d never do that to someone.”
“But you did.” I throw my hand toward Taylor. “She’s dating Easton.”
“Oh, please,” Taylor growls. “Don’t act like you're some saint. I know what happened on Halloween night.”
And just like that, my stomach fills with cement.
“Wait, what happened on Halloween?” Aria’s brows furrow, looking between me and Taylor.
“You know?” I ask her, ignoring Aria’s question.
“Of course I know. Easton tells me everything.”
“So... this is what? You getting back at him?” I’m so damn confused.
“No,” Taylor says. “I’d never do something petty like that.”
“Then what, the two of you broke up?”
My head is spinning. I have no idea what the hell is going on anymore.
“We’d have to actually be dating to break up.” The sound of Easton’s voice has me spinning around.
My heart begins to race, as my body breaks out with pinpricks. He looks so damn handsome, but also in rough shape. The urge to go to him, to wrap my arms around him and try to make it all better, takes me by surprise.
He closes the door behind him, looking between the three of us. “I’m going to assume he didn’t knock and walked in on the two of you?” he asks Taylor.
My head snaps back over to Taylor. “Yeah, pretty much.” Her cheeks turn bright pink.
“Can someone tell me what's going on?” I ask, unable to process any of this.
“We didn’t break up,” Easton says.
“So what, you two have an open relationship?”
“No,” Taylor says.
“We don’t have a relationship.”
“Easton,” Taylor starts, but he holds his hand up.
“It’s okay,” he says. “As long as it’s okay with you?”
She nods.
