Her eyes widened instantly. “Devil? I thought it was over with—”
“No, not Devil—”
Her nose scrunched up. “Dog?”
“God, no.” I laughed. “Why the fuck would you think that?”
She shrugged. “I know it can’t be Upper, so—oh my God…Me?”
I shook my head. “No, it’s not you.”
Now she looked confused. “Then who?”
I swallowed. “Devil’s brother.”
Her brows drew farther down. “Devil’s…” She trailed off, but then her brows shot up in surprise. “Oh,” she said as realization brightened her eyes. “Oh…” But then confusion took over again. “Oh?”
“Yeah. Shocker,” I said, pressing my head farther into the pillow as Milk got on her elbow so she could look down at me.
“You like Elio,” she stated.
“I think I do.”
“You think? You’ve been moping around forweeksbecause of him! There is nothing to thi—Oh my God, you like Elio? Wha—How? Why the hell do you like him? What has been happening? Why didn’t I notice? Wait—That one time I came to your room and found only pillows arranged in your body shape on your bed, were you—with him?”
I frowned. “What time?”
She sat upright. “Dog said you were probably on the roof, but I didn’t—”
I sat up. “Dog?”
She huffed out a breath. “I don’t know when exactly this was, I can’t really remember, but I came to your room, and you weren’t there. Instead, there were pillows. So I brought Dog in because I thought he might know why you snuck out, but he told me you were on the rooftop right after he made me search for your stash of weed—obviously, we didn’t find it. But damn—” A grin split across her face. “You’re smooth.”
I blinked at her. “Wow,” I said, raking my hair back from my face. “Why didn’t you ask me about it afterward?”
She shrugged. “There wasn’t really anything to ask—But hell, Zahra, that is not the point right now. How did it start? Do you think he likes you too? Why did it end?”
I sighed. “It was harmless flirting at first, but then, well—Hey… Wipe that fucking smile off your face.”
She held up both hands in defense. “I’m just surprised,” she cooed, shifting closer to me. “I mean, you like someone… I don’t know why I like that you like someone, I just do. And hell—Elio Marino? That’s huge! He’s so fucking hot. Are you joking?”
“I wish I was.”
An excited, goofy grin spread across her lips. “So, did you guys, like…” She wiggled her brows. “How was the sex?”
I groaned. “It was…” I trailed off and closed my eyes. I could still smell him, feel his touch, feel him… I didn’t know when a sigh left my lips. “It was elite. So fucking elite.” I opened my eyes. “I didn’t remember my name for the first few minutes; I felt so soft afterward. You know when you have sex with someone, and you just feel soft everywhere when you finish?”
“Cum high,” she said with a dreamy sigh.
“There, that’s the phrase,” I said with a laugh.
She did a little excited jump. “I had a feeling after that artexhibit. I could feel the tension from the other end of our comm. I should have paid more attention.”
I shrugged.
She must have sensed my sudden resignation. She tucked her hair behind her ear. “So, what happened?”
“He called it off.”
