“She opened the message,” I say, deadpan, kicking my feet up onto the coffee table.
“Tate.” Haven tries again, her voice half scolding.
“I did nothing pretty—you—”
“What did you send her?”
I stretch. “Just a little morning motivation.”
Carter reaches for Haven’s phone, she yanks it out of his grasp. “Nope.”
“Haven.”
“I’m not letting you read that.”
He groans. “Ew, why do I even ask?”
“Because you still hope for the best,” I mutter. “Cute.”
Carter shoots me a glare and walks back into the kitchen
But judging by the way Haven bites her lip and still won’t make eye contact she’s not mad about it. Not even a little.
My tweet is still doing numbers, and now my inbox is catching up. I scroll through the DMs lazily, watching pick-me energy come in at full volume.
[@pixieblood]:i can scream louder than her
[@fraggedinheels]:if you ever want a real duo partner
[@cliplick]:just say the word and i’ll drop to my knees
Jesus Christ. I arch a brow at one and toss my phone on the couch without replying.
Haven’s voice cuts in from the kitchen. “Who’s blowing you up?”
Carter glances over his shoulder, halfway through slicing an apple. “Someone better not be messagingher.”
“Relax.” I shrug, picking up my phone again just to make a point. “They’re all messagingme.”
Carter snorts. “You did tweet like you were taking applications.”
I grin. “Didn’t say I was accepting them.”
Silence. Haven’s arms are crossed. She leans against the wall, pretending to scroll through her own phone. She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t have to.
Carter notices too. His brows draw together as he sets the knife down and wipes his hands on a dish towel. “Babe?”
She doesn’t look up. “Nothing.”
I meet Carter’s eyes over the top of her head. He tilts his chin, silent cue:Fix it.
So I attempt to. I pat the spot on the couch beside me, but I’m met with that look in her eye that says she’s about to murder me or climb on top of me. Possibly both, don’t really mind which order it happens in. I spread my legs a little wider and wait.
She crosses her arms. “You’re insane.”
“I’ll let you take your anger out on me pretty.”
She huffs.
