Page 48 of Triple Play
Grant’s eyes flash. For a second, I think he’s going to hit me.
Then he leaves. He storms upstairs. His door slams hard enough to shake the house.
Wyatt lets out a low whistle. “That went well.”
“He’s just mad because he wants her too,” I say.
“Jordie.” Elise’s voice is quiet. Strained.
I look at her. She’s staring at her plate, cheeks still pink. She won’t meet my eyes.
Fuck. I went too far.
“Sorry,” I say. “That was… I shouldn’t have said that.”
“You think?” But she’s smiling. Just a little. “You can’t just announce you want to sleep with someone at the dinner table.”
“Why not? It’s the truth.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to say it.”
“I disagree. I think we should all be more honest about what we want.” I lean forward. “Don’t you?”
She finally looks at me. Those hazel eyes searching my face for something.
“What I want is complicated,” she says.
“So?”
She lifts her chin. “Common sense. The roommate agreement. Grant.”
“Fuck Grant.”
Wyatt snorts. “I don’t think that’s what Jordie wants to do.”
I flip him off. He grins.
Elise is shaking her head, but she’s laughing. “You’re both impossible.”
“Impossible is my middle name.”
“I thought it was trouble.”
“That’s my confirmation name.”
She laughs harder. The sound fills the kitchen. It makes everything feel lighter.
I love that sound. I want to hear it every day.
I want to be the reason for it.
“For what it’s worth,” Wyatt says, addressing his pasta, “I think Carol’s rules are bullshit.”
“Thank you!” I point at him. “Finally. Someone with sense.”
“Didn’t say I was going to break them. Just said they’re bullshit.”
We finish dinner. The conversation shifts to safer topics: school, hockey—anything but the elephant in the room. Or rather, the sexual tension that’s basically a fifth roommate at this point.
