When I’m in the kitchen, my phone chimes in my pocket. A text from KJ lights up the screen.
KJ:You tell her.
Me:I don’t even fucking know who she is.
KJ:Like I do?
Me:She was there with you.
KJ:She was there for you.
Me:Bullshit. She was in the room with you and that other chick.
KJ:Not my problem, man.
Me:It will be your problem when I tell the RA you let some chick in our room who went through my shit, violating my privacy.
KJ:You’re such a dick.
Me:You’re such a dick.
I feel superior, even though it’s petty as hell.
KJ:I’ll ask Nina to tell her.
Me:Good. If she takes it down, I’ll get my shit out of the room.
KJ:I’ll call her now.
Damn, he’s eager as hell to get rid of me. Oh well. I don’t like him either. I set Memphis’ plate, with two slices of mushroom, on top of my plate of pizza so I can keep my phone in my other hand. He takes the top dish and scowls at me when he looks on the underside, seeing red sauce. I shrug. It’s a fucking paper plate.
“Think you can make room in the closet for me?” I question when KJ texts back with a single word—done.
“Of course. Do you need me to store something?” Waylynn answers before Memphis.
I lift my brows. Well, I’m not one to deny a gift when it’s placed in my lap. “I told my roommate I was leaving the dorms since he let that girl go through my shit. Are you offering to let me stay with you?”
Waylynn licks her lips. “I already told you I don’t mind the company. As long as it’s not too weird.” She looks back and forth between Memphis and me.
I was only half hoping she would offer to let me leave some stuff there, but this is even better. Is it strange that I’ll be living with a girl I’m dating before we even sleep together? Yes. Do I give a fuck? Hell no.
“You’re a fucking angel.” I reach for her, sealing my lips to hers in a kiss that I hope shows her just how much I want what she is offering.
SEAL THE DEAL
Waylynn
Oswald’s lipsare on mine, and he’s kissing me like I really am the angel he accused me of being. He’s gentle and sweet, but it’s more than enough to make me breathless as he leans closer to me.
It’s so consuming, I nearly forget Memphis is behind me until I feel him shift. I drag my mouth from Oswald’s, even though I don’t really want to. “Is this okay?” I feel like I might be doing something wrong. We haven’t talked about any of this.
“Does it feel okay to you?” Oswald asks between kisses and teasing his tongue over my bottom lip.
“Yes,” I whisper. “But I don’t know if it should with both of you here.” It’s hard to think about them being okay with this. Does that mean they don’t like me as much as I like them?
“Lean back,” Memphis instructs, and I end up with my back leaned half over his lap. I’m so close to him, I can see the dark stubble on his jaw. I run my tongue over my lips, still tasting Oswald, but the desire to kiss his brother’s jaw is strong.
Memphis looks down at me, his eyes serious and so calm. All the weight of the worry I was holding slips away. There’s no way he could look at me like he is if I were doing something wrong by allowing Oswald to kiss me in front of him.
