Page 62 of Only Ever Yours
Or is it something more?
My stomach growls just as I finish applying my face cream, reminding me I didn't eat lunch today. So I make my way downstairs in search of something good to eat.
I embarrassingly haven’t been able to contribute much to the food around here, but luckily, Jaydon always seems to have the fridge stocked. I feel like such a user, and I need to talk with him about it. It’s gonna be a difficult conversation for me because I need to tell him there is no way I will be able to pay him, and I can already imagine his comeback.
When I reach the last step, I hear Jaydon in the distance, talking on the phone.
I’m a nosy bitch when it comes to him, and I want to hear what he’s saying—but I pretend to mind my own business as I make my way towards the kitchen.
“My girl left me high and dry,” he chuckles.
What the fuck is he talking about, what girl?
I make myself a sandwich, trying to keep the noise at bay so I can hear, but I’m only catching bits and pieces between the cabinets shutting and the bread bag crackling.I hear him say Haleigh’s name, so I’m almost positive he's talking to Ryan. But now my mind is spinning with thegirlhe talks about.Is it my sister?And I’m just the next best thing—the convenient sister. He probably doesn’t even know I’m down here.
I think back to the times he and I have been together, and it pisses me off even more knowing I let him have that part of me.
I hear him get off the phone, so I casually make my way towards the living room, eating small bites of my sandwich as I go. He flips on the TV and sets the remote on the couch beside him.
“Hey, Peachy. I thought you were avoiding me.” He slides his arm behind his head, lying back against the couch, and adjusts the pillow he’s leaning on.
I was, but I ignore his comment.
My eyebrows meet my forehead. “You have agirlnow?”
His forehead creases. “What are you talking about, Ellie?”
I try my best to pretend like it doesn’t matter to me, but for some reason, it's really getting under my skin. I need to know.
I shrug. “I heard you on the phone talking aboutyour girl.Just curious who she is?” I take another bite of my sandwich while looking at the TV.
He laughs, and I force myself to look over at him. His eyes glisten with mirth. “You jealous, Peachy?”
I laugh, but my tone is mocking. “Why would I be jealous?” I glare at him. “… And I told you not to call me that anymore.”
“Peachy...” He continues, ignoring my request. “We both know why you’re jealous.” He speaks slowly, casually pushing up, sliding forward to sit on the edge of the seat, and leaning his body closer to me.
I pop my eyes at him, waiting for his clarification of why he thinks I’m jealous.
He shakes his head and chuckles. “You still want me, don’t you?” His eyes cut straight to my soul, and I know he can see right through me. His gaze lands on my chest, and I feel my nipples instantly harden.
I huff because he's fucking right. “Whatever, Jaydon.” I push myself to stand and make my way over to the kitchen to pour myself a drink—but mostly to get away from him.
“Oh, Peachy, come back. You know I’m just fucking with you,” he calls from over the back of the couch, and his eyes meet mine.
And I know the overuse of him calling me Peachy is just to fuck with me as well.
I groan, making my way back over to the living room. I need to talk to him anyway and get this shit over with.
“You wanna know who I was talking about?” he asks.
“Jaydon, I really don’t care at this point,” I wave him off. “It's really none of my business anyway.” I put my water on the coffee table and sit back down on the L-shaped couch, as far away from him as I can get.
He has the biggest smile stretched across his face. He knows me too well; he knows it’s killing me.
I glare at him, “Okay, just fucking tell me.”
He claps his hands together and throws his head back in laughter.
