Rather than a death glare, though, the second I see him, all I feel is fear. This is definitely not how I saw things going down.
My mouth falls open, and my eyes go wide as if I’m ready to say something, but I can’t.
“Sorry, man, I had no idea.” He backs up, but his eyes don’t leave us. “Don’t let me stop you.”
His hand meets the doorknob as he laughs, but the second his eyes dart to my desk chair, my heart sinks.
Fuck.
Tate’s bag sits perfectly on display. A backpack that all of our friends know well, it’s hard not to. Even though her bag doesn’t have her name on it, it might as well.
“Holy shit.” Zeke’s mouth falls open, and I groan, letting my head fall back onto the pillow. There's no use trying to hide it; we’ve been caught. At least the last time we were caught, Jeremy didn’t see us in action, but Zeke has never had the best timing.
Tate gathers up the sheets around us, pulling them to her chest as she falls onto the bed next to me.
“Tate?” Zeke’s eyes don’t leave us; they’re burning into us as if this were the biggest surprise he’s ever encountered.
“Hey, dipshit,” I finally speak, “have you ever heard of knocking?”
“Part of me is happy I didn’t.” His hand falls from the doorknob. “The other part of me is deeply disturbed to witness what I just witnessed.”
“Yet, for some reason, you’re still standing there.” Tate crosses her arms.
“Right, I should probably—” He points behind him, and I raise my eyebrows.
“Go?”
“Yup.” He nods. “That is what I should do.”
He shuts the door behind him, and Tate and I release a long breath.
“Fu—”
The door cracks back open, “We’re definitely talking about this. You know, when you guys are… decent.”
The door shuts again.
I glance over at Tate, and she groans, her hands lifting up to block her face.
“Well, this is going to be fun.”
forty-two
Tate
Zeke walking in on us totally killed the mood. I don’t know how anyone could carry on with something like that after another person walks in on them.
By the time we got decent and made our way downstairs, Fletcher’s living room had filled up. I had hoped to have this conversation with Zeke alone rather than the entire viewing committee, but here we are.
“Oh, yay, everyone decided to make an appearance,” I sigh.
“I don’t know what’s going on, but we have a door to go shop for, so.” Brinley crosses her arms, lying back on the couch.
“Yeah, right, let’s go do that.” I jump at the opportunity to get out of this.
“Nope.” Zeke stands up, waving his hand in our direction. “You guys aren’t leaving until we talk about this.”
“Talk about what?” Jere glances at us and then at Zeke. “I’m supposed to meet Coach in a couple of hours. Is this going to take long?”
