Page 24 of Spin The Bottle
I snort. “Yeah, I use that kitchen to cook. You, on the other hand…” I shake my head. “The kitchen? Really? Your bedroom is right upstairs,” I point out.
He laughs, sinking back into the couch. “You heard that, huh?”
My brows lift. “This house is big, but the walls are thin. My room is above the kitchen. Please remember that now that Rosie’s moved in.”
“Yeah,” he says, sitting up. “About that. I know I should have run it by you first.” He glances at me. “But it won’t be that much different, right? I mean, she practically stays here all the time.”
I turn to my best friend. “You don’t need to run it by me, Grayson. It’s your house.”
“And yours,” he adds.
“Right.” I roll my eyes. Grayson wants me to believe this house is as much mine as it is his, but we both know it’s not. He’s the one with the rich parents to put him up in this big ass place. If it wasn’t for him, I’d either be slashing all my earnings for a dorm or giving up my morals for a place at the frat.
He saved me from making the biggest mistake of my life. One I never thought would cross my mind. If it wasn’t for him… fuck, I’m so grateful for this bastard next to me. He doesn’t know how much.
I nudge him with my shoulder. “So, Rosie’s moving in.” I flash him a grin. “You ready for that?”
He blows out a breath, a smile forming on his face as he nods. “I never thought I’d have a girlfriend,” he says, shaking his head. “I never thought I’d want to spend so much time with one person.” His face hardens. “I just don’t want to mess it up. I can’t lose her.”
There’s no way to stop the smile that forms on my face. “You really love her.”
The frown disappears as he lets out a laugh. “Yeah,” he says. “I really do.”
“That’s great, man,” I say. “You know, for someone who didn’t believe in love, you are a sappy shit.”
He snorts. “Fuck you.” He shakes his head. “What about you?”
My brows knit together. “What about me?”
He shrugs. “Haven’t seen any girls around lately. You seeing someone?” he asks me.
I shake my head. “I don’t have time for that.” For a while, actually. I think he’s been so caught up in Rosalie that he hasn’t noticed I haven’t had a girl around in a long ass time. Basketball is what I need to focus on. It’s the only thing that matters. The rest is a waste of my time. And I need to make sure it stays that way.
I swallow my fucking pride and turn to my best friend. “Do you have Leila’s number?”
His eyes narrow at me as he furrows his brows. “What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?”
He shakes his head, still scowling. “You know what I mean, Aiden. What the fuck are you doing?”
“What?” I say, giving him a shrug. “I can’t ask for a girl’s number now?”
He blows out a breath. “After you just said you’re not interested?”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t interested. I said I didn’t have time.”
“So you’re interested in Leila?” he asks me straight up.
“Maybe.”
“Aiden,” he warns, shaking his head. “I repeat, what are you doing? Don’t play with her, man.”
“Who said I was playing with her?” I don’t like how he assumes the worst of me. I would never play with a girl’s emotions. What’s the harm in asking for a phone number?
“She’s my girlfriend’s best friend. You hurt her, Rosie gets hurt. Which means I’m going to have to take sides,” he shakes his head. “I love you, bro, you know that. But I love her more.”
I grin. “You love me?” I let out a laugh. “Thanks, but you’re not exactly my type.”
