Page 49 of Freshmeet
“I need to take a piss.” Jamie dropped Sarah’s arm and went to the external door of my apartment, disappearing inside.
Sarah looked at me, uncertain of her next move.
“We should go up and make sure he doesn’t get distracted or lost,” I said.
“Lost?”
I held the door open and followed her up the stairs. The sway of her ass was all I could focus on.
Are her shorts painted on?
“There’s another apartment up here. He’s already tried to go in there once.”
“Ah. That happened to my friend in the dorms. Guy came inside in the middle of the night and pissed on their floor. I’ve checked my locks ever since. No way I’m cleaning up stranger piss.”
“But you have a different stance on friendly piss?”
“Sure. I’ll clean it up, but I won’t like it. I figure if they’re pissing on my floor, they probably aren’t in a place to clean it up. Acquaintance piss? I’ll get the cleaning supplies, but it’s up to them to get the job done.” She flicked her wrist to accentuate her point.
“Makes sense.”
She stepped to the side so we could go up the stairs together. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“What’s your piss stance?” Her expression was thoughtful, as if we were having a totally normal conversation.
“I clean up nobody’s piss but my own.”
Sarah sagely nodded. “Fair.”
We got to my door, which was wide open, and I could hear Jamie in the bathroom humming. Exhausted, I plopped down on the couch and watched Sarah move around the space, cataloguing everything. She stopped at a family photo my mom had framed and given to me when I moved in.
“Is this your mom?”
My leg bounced as I fought the urge to go stand next to her. “Yep. Colleen McCormick. Single mom, badass, saint.”
Sarah looked over her shoulder and smiled. “A mama’s boy.”
“Two mama’s boys!” Jamie yelled from the bathroom.
Good to know he’s listening.
She chuckled and ran a finger over the spines of the books stacked next to the picture. “Sci-Fi and—” She bent over to read the title. “Fantasy?”
“He’s a nerd,” Jamie offered as he came out of the bathroom. The front of his shirt was wet, like he’d been sick.
“I cut my teeth on Tolkien, now I’m all about N. K. Jemisin.”
Sarah’s eyes lit up. “I love her books!” She stuck her tongue out at Jamie.
My heart thumped. Of course, we liked the same books. I knew that didn’t mean we were soulmates, but itdidmean we’d have shit to talk about.
Jamie flopped down next to me, folding his tall frame in half as his eyes slid closed. “Fuck me. The girl of my dreams is my brother with tits.”
Sarah’s mouth curved to the side, her eyes full of humor.
I nudged Jamie’s shoulder. “Jamie?”
