If I didn't know any better, I'd say that his body was happy to see me – and not just a little.
Again, pun intended.
Even worse,hisbody wasn't the only happy thing in the room. Logically and emotionally, I felt like throttling him. But my own body? Well, let's say it had other ideas.
The traitorous hussy.
Obviously, both of our bodies were idiots – unless healwayswalked around with a massive erection.And I do mean massive.
And yet, here he was, carrying on a normal conversation like nothing was out of the ordinary.
As for myself, I felt beyond foolish. I might've skulked away then and there if only I hadn't recalled just in time what had driven me here in the first place. It was that conversation back at the crew house.He'd been completely awful.
If that jerk thought I was letting him off the hook, he was even crazier than I was.
I told him, "You know you were a jerk, right?"
He was silent for a long moment before saying, "No."
I bristled. "Oh yeah? Well—"
"I wasn't a jerk. I was an asshole." He paused. "And I'm sorry."
"Oh." And now I didn't know what to say. "Seriously?"
"Hell yeah."
"Oh." Yes, I was repeating myself, but none of this was going remotely how I'd planned. The whole thing was like opposite day.
Judging from the steam – or lack thereof – his shower wasn't hot. It was cold.
Hewasn't embarrassed. ButIwas.
And of course, he didn't seem the least bit afraid. But me? I was stupidly terrified.
And why?It was because now that I was here, I didn't want to leave. I wanted to move closer – a lot closer.
How messed up was that?
I asked, "What happened? Did you run out of hot water?"
"No."
I tried to think. "So…you always take cold showers?"
"I do, now," he said.
"Since when?"
"Maybe a week ago."
"Why?"
"Because my roommate's crazy."
I stiffened. I wasn't even sure who he meant. Yes, I realized that he probably meant me. But Waverly was twice as crazy as I was. And she was also his roommate, right?
I told him, "I hope you mean Waverly."
