That is barely underwear.
I clear my throat. “Uh… that’s—really nice. Thanks. But I think I just need to, uh…” I gesture vaguely over my shoulder. “Sleep. For, like, six to ten years.”
She nods quickly. “Totally. Right. You’re tired. That makes sense.” Then she holds the spatula up like a microphone. “No hard feelings?”
“Nope. We’re good.”
We both stand awkwardly frozen, fake smiles plastered on our face.
Then.
I reach for my travel bag, nearly tripping on a squeaky dog toy, and give her a small wave. “Okay, well. Welcome home, I guess. And um—sorry for, uh…seeingeverything.”
Her head tilts. “You didn’t see everything.”
Like hell I didn’t.
I raise a brow. “You sure ‘bout that?”
Her mouth drops open and it’s then that she realizes: I have in fact seen everything.
poppy
. . .
“Iwant to die.”
“Calm down—it couldn’t have been that bad.” She’s got a green juice in one hand and not a single ounce of guilt on her expression. Must be nice.
I stare into my cell phone screen at Nova’s naïve face. “It could have been and it was.” I lean forward so I can quietly hiss, “My tits were out.”
She blinks. "You were wearing a bra—you said so yourself."
"Barely! It was lace. You couldseemy heartbeat."
Nova takes a slow sip of her drink. "And this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to you?"
"Yes!"
She arches a brow.
I flop dramatically onto my bed. "This is hell. I live in hell."
"You live in a very nice house with central air and a wine fridge," Nova reminds me. "And two hot roommates."
"Correction: one hot roommate. The other is now emotionally traumatized and will never make eye contact with me again."
My best friend has the audacity to laugh at my pain. “Somehow, I doubt that.”
“Would you shut up?”
“I can’t.” She continues giggling. “Skaggs is no more traumatized by the sight of your tatas than you were by the sight of him shirtless on the internet.”
Nova knows I did a full FBI-style background check on both guys before agreeing to be their third roommate. Social media scans. Team roster bios. Reverse Google image searches.
I know Turner, aka Skaggs, was drafted as a junior in college and that Cash likes to snowboard in a T-shirt and jeans. Sponsored by Red Bull and Nivea. Bit of a douche, but whatever.
And yes, I may have stumbled across a shirtless gym video or five.
