Page 18 of Triple Play
Instead I turn around. Face her.
Big mistake.
Her tank top is thin. I can see the outline of her nipples. Can see the way her chest rises and falls with each breath.
She notices me noticing. Doesn’t cover up. Just raises an eyebrow.
“You always stare at people this much?”
“Only when they wander into kitchens at one AM looking like—” I stop. Regroup. “You startled me.”
“Sure I did.”
The corner of her mouth twitches. She’s amused.
I’m not.
“Why are you really down here?” I ask.
“Told you. Couldn’t sleep.”
“Try again.”
Her eyes narrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Means you look like you were sleeping just fine.”
Her cheeks go pinker. “How would you know?”
I shrug. “Thin walls.”
The moment the words leave my mouth, I regret them.
Her expression shifts. Understanding dawning. Then mortification.
“Oh my—” She sets her glass down. Hard. “You heard.”
Not a question.
I don’t answer. Don’t need to.
“How much did you—” She stops. Closes her eyes. “Fuck.”
“It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine. That’s—God, I didn’t think anyone could—”
“The walls are thin,” I repeat. “It happens.”
“It happens?” Her eyes snap open. “That’s what you’re going with?”
“What do you want me to say?” I shrug.
“I don’t know. Maybe lie? Tell me you were asleep? Pretend you didn’t just hear me—” She gestures vaguely. Can’t say it.
“Come?” I supply.
Her face is scarlet now. “You’re an asshole.”
