It’s almost like he knows.
Like, he knows what happened last night.
“What do you mean?” I lean against the island, resting my coffee cup out for him to refill it.
“I mean, you two seem back to how things were.” He takes a sip of his coffee. “Or better. Yeah, things seem… better.”
“We talked last night.” Tate walks around Jere and refills her own cup. “And things are good.”
I don’t blame her for not mentioning last night to him. We both know what we want from what happened last night, and I think we both know we want that without the input of our friends.
We know they’d be happy for us. They’ve been waiting for“Fate”to happen since before we even had our first kiss. Still, we don’t want all of the comments about us finally being together to take away from the fact that we’re finally together.
I’m not even sure if that makes sense.
All I know is how she makes me feel, and I don’t want anyone’s input on our relationship to ruin the foundation we want to build.
“Good.”
“Good,” I add, Jere’s eyes not leaving mine. “Wh—”
“It’s a party down here this morning.” Declan runs his hands through his hair as he walks down the stairs with Ember not far behind him.
Tate walks out of the kitchen and freezes in front of me.
“I’m sorry. Did you stay the night?” Tate grins, and Ember rolls her eyes.
“Cam knows about us,” Declan says.
“Oh man, that’s great.” I take a step forward, and he shakes his head. “Oh, it’s not great?”
“He kind of walked in on us.”
“What do you mean?” My eyes slowly widen as the realization hits me. “Oh, you’re fucked, man. He’s going to kill you.”
“Yeah, well, until things get resolved, we have a new roommate.”
“You sleep with him once and then move in with him.” Tate walks forward, poking Ember in the abdomen. “Ember Bowman, you crazy girl. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Can we please talk about something else?” Ember begs.
“Yeah, like, who left out perfectly good ice cream last night?” Declan walks to the fridge and grabs a bottle of water. “When we got here last night, there was like half a pint ofPhish Foodmelting on the coffee table. And the TV was just playing random romance movies."
"Hm, I have no idea.” Jeremy walks around the counter, glancing over his shoulder as he walks toward his room. “I just got home about thirty minutes ago. Maybe Tate knows. Or Fletcher?”
He knows.
That motherfucker totally knows.
“Oh, uh, I fell asleep on the couch.” Tate defends. “The water was out at my apartment yesterday, so Jere said I could come here, and I must’ve fallen asleep. Fletcher carried me upstairs, I guess when he got home.”
“Yup.” I agree. “I meant to come back down but was just absolutely wiped and forgot.”
“I should get going. Brin hates it when I’m late.” She polishes off her coffee.
“Brin is literally always late.” Declan scoffs. “You’ll be fine.”
“Em, you want to come with me?”
