Page 51 of Would You Rather
She smirks, reading me. “You don’t.”
I let out a sigh, leaning back against the headboard. “Fine, I don’t hate him,” I admit before shooting her a glare. “But it’s not what you think.”
She shrugs, a grin still on her lips. “If you say so.”
“Nothing is going on with him,” I repeat.
She lifts her brows, smiling at me. “But you want it to,” she says matter of factly, like she knows every thought I’ve ever had about him.
I narrow my eyes at her. “I will cough on you.”
Her eyes widen. “But… you just said you were fine,” I smirk at her, and she narrows her eyes at me, gasping. “You’re evil.” When I laugh, she shakes her head. “You’re not getting out of answering this question.”
“You didn’t even ask a question. You made an assumption.”
She squints, a grin on her face. “Which is correct?”
“No. It’s not. What about you?” I ask her.
Her brows tug. “What about me?”
“Dating anyone?” I ask her with a tilt of my head.
“No.”
A hum builds in my throat. “I haven’t seen you with anyone recently,” I point out. “No guys or girls, for a while now.”
She sighs. “I’m busy with dance and class and everything else,” she says, waving a hand. “I don’t have time for any of that.”
“You know you can bring someone over, though, right?” I ask her. “It’s your apartment as much as it’s mine.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes, I know,Mom,” she jokes, but then she lifts her shoulder in a shrug. “I’m just not interested in anyone lately,” she says, but then adds quietly, “At least not around here.”
My eyes narrow at that last part. I think back to what she said the night she crashed on my bed, drunk out of her mind. “You can talk to me, you know.”
She narrows her eyes, crossing her arms. “I know what you’re doing.”
“What am I doing?” I ask her. “Trying to get my best friend to open up?” I roll my eyes. “Sue me.”
“You’re trying to change the subject,” she amends.
“I’m not,” I deny. How the hell does she always know what I’m thinking? Sure, I didn’t want to keep talking about Lucas, especially because I didn’t know what was going on. Yesterday, we were so close, and all I could think of was his lips on mine.
Not once have I thought about kissing Connor. I like his smile, and I find him attractive, but with Lucas? I almost did it. Almost leaned in, sick and all, and almost broke the promise I made to myself. To never, ever get myself lost in another guy again.
When her eyebrow lifts in disbelief, I blow out a breath. “Fine,” I admit, sinking back into my pillows. “But you can talk to me about anything,” I tell her, wanting her to know I care about what’s going on in her life.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she says, nudging her shoulder against mine before she gets up and heads toward the door. But instead of walking out, she turns around at the last minute. “So, where did we land on the whole you and Lucas thing?”
“Oh my god. Get out.” I throw a cushion at her, and she chuckles. “You’re such a meddler.”
“You love meee,” she sings as she walks out of my room.
“I don’t,” I call back, but I smile when I hear her laughing.
I really do.
Chapter 18
