Page 55 of The Jerk in Apartment 1B

“Trina?” he says, waking me from my thoughts. “You coming?”

“Yeah.” I see him waiting for me at the door that goes to the bathroom. I walk over there, feeling flustered after thinking of him with all those girls. Why did my mind even go there? Good thing he can’t read my thoughts.

I follow him into the bathroom, which is huge. I love a big bathroom. The counter has two sinks and there’s a separate room that’s just for the toilet with a door that closes. There’s no bathtub, but there’s a shower that’s large enough to fit four people, maybe six.

Is there a reason it’s so big? Does Scott take girls in there? Multiple girls? Does it happen during his parties?

“You still with me?” Scott says.

“Yeah, sorry. I spaced out for a minute.”

I need to stop doing that. I need to stop thinking of Scott that way. I’m sure none of what I imagined actually happens, and if it does, it’s none of my business. He can do what he wants.

“What do you think?” He points to the shower head, which is a big square covered in tiny water jets.

“I like it. Do you think it’ll work in mine?”

“This size won’t, but they make a smaller version.” He takes a picture of it with his phone. “I’ll send this to Cole and tell him to get the smaller one.”

“I really like your shower.”

“Go ahead.” He moves aside. “Check it out.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay. I have my shoes on. I’ll get the floor dirty.”

“It’s a shower,” he says with a laugh. “It washes away dirt. Just go in there. Walk around.”

I step past him into the shower. “It’s so big, you really can walk around in it.”

Or do other things. There goes my mind again, imagining things it shouldn’t, except this time, I’m imaginingmyselfin here. With Scott.

I hurry out of the shower. “I should go.”

Scott follows after me as I leave the bathroom and race through his bedroom.

“Hey, where are you going?”

When I reach the kitchen, I stop to catch my breath. My heart’s beating really fast after seeing that image of me with Scott. Why did that happen? Why would I imagine myself with someone else when I’m still with Asher? Well, I guess I’m not really with Asher, but I still love him. And he loves me. So why am I having dirty thoughts about another guy?

“You okay?” Scott asks, meeting up with me in the kitchen.

“Yeah.” I take a deep breath. “I just got dizzy for a moment, but I’m fine now.”

“You want some water?”

“Sure,” I say, since he’s already taking a bottle from the fridge. “I’m jealous of your refrigerator.”

“Sorry yours is so small.” He hands me the water. “But nothing else would fit in there.”

“I know. I just have to get used to it.”

“It’s only for three months.” Scott leans back against the counter, facing me. “Then maybe you can find a bigger place.”

“I can’t afford something bigger. I can barely afford what I’m paying now.”

“You could always stay past the three months. I’m flexible on the lease terms. You could do month-by-month if you want.”

“I don’t think I’ll need to.” I pause. “I think I might be moving back.”

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