I twist my lips. “And how exactly would you know that?”
I set the letters down on the duvet as she pushes herself upright, suddenly looking far too pleased with herself.
“Ezra told me.”
“Why are you talking to him?”
She winks.
Groaning loudly, really hoping she's not doing what I think she's doing. “Please don't tell me you had another threesome with him.”
“Relax,” she scoffs. “He doesn't do it for me. Unlike you,” she pokes my boob for emphasis.
“Quinn.”
“I’m serious. He's actually a decent friend. We just happen to have the same taste in women. Tragic for him, great for me.”
I roll my eyes at her because she can't stay serious for more than thirty seconds, but she continues.
“He told me Elijah hasn't really been himself since you left.”
That wipes the humour off my face.
I close my eyes briefly.
River mentioned something similar, just not knowing it's because of me. Said he's been working a lot more, constantly distracted. He asked me why I left, but I couldn't tell him exactly because I’m in love with his dad and spiralling over it.
Shit. In love? How can you know what love feels like if you’ve never experienced it before?
Instead, I gave River a vague excuse about needing space from everyone.
Space is something I thought I needed, but I’m not so sure anymore.
“See?” Quinn's voice is soft. “You're not the only one hurting.”
I know that.
That's the problem.
“I’m being an idiot, aren't I?”
“Yes.” Quinn doesn't even hesitate. Then she laughs at my expression. “Oh, don't look at me like that. You asked.”
I wish I didn't now.
I grumble and flop back against the pillows.
“That man is offensively attractive. Book boyfriend material.” She continues, counting off on her fingers. “And he absolutely worships you. You already knew about his involvement with your dad and that whorebag with the fake tits and lips, and as you said, he would've told you about the drugs when he was ready.”
She reaches over and lightly tugs at my hair. “You're not angry about the past. You're scared of how much you feel now. So you ran, and the only person you're punishing is yourself.”
Elijah too.
I stare at the ceiling because I don't have anything to say. After all, she has a point.
God, I miss him. I miss everything about him.
“Who knew you could be so wise?” I tease.
