Page 100 of Triple Play
I squeeze Wyatt harder than I intend and he makes this choked sound that he covers by clearing his throat.
“ Wyatt, you alright?” Teddy asks.
“Fine. Great. Just—” He reaches for his water with his free hand. “Thirsty.”
Wyatt’s rhythm is steady now, relentless, and I can feel myself getting close to the edge. My hand on him falters, movements becoming erratic, and his eyes meet mine across the table with heat that could start fires.
“I need—” I stand abruptly, Wyatt’s hand slipping away. “Bathroom. Excuse me.”
I practically run from the table, hear Teddy asking if I’m sure I’m okay, hear Jordie making some excuse about me studying too hard.
I lock myself in the downstairs bathroom and lean against the door, breathing hard, still wound tight from Wyatt’s fingers and the absolute insanity of what just happened.
A soft knock. “Ellie? You okay?”
Teddy. Of course.
“Fine! Just needed a minute.”
“You’re acting weird.”
“I’m not acting weird.”
“You are. All of you are. What’s going on?”
“Nothing. I’m just tired.”
Silence. Then: “Is something happening between you and one of them?”
My heart stops. “What?”
“I’m not stupid, Ellie. The way Wyatt looks at you. The way you’re wearing his hoodie. The way Grant can’t seem to look at you without—” He stops. “Just tell me. Are you dating one of my friends?”
I close my eyes. “Teddy—”
“Because if you are, I need to know. I need to make sure he’s treating you right. That you’re being safe. That—”
“I’m an adult,” I say firmly. “And my relationships are my business.”
“Relationships? Plural?”
Shit.
“I didn’t—that’s not—”
“Ellie.” His voice is different now. Harder. “Open the door.”
“No.”
“Open. The door.”
“Go away, Teddy.”
I hear him walk away. Hear raised voices from the kitchen. Grant’s low and dangerous. Teddy’s loud and angry.
This is a disaster.
I take a breath. Fix my hair. Try to look like I wasn’t thirty seconds away from coming at the dinner table.
