“Uh, no. No plans, not really.” I take another too-long sip of orange juice. “Yup. Hanging out. Maybe taking a nap.”
Using my vibrator.
Having ninety orgasms.
The usual…
“Napping?” Cash wrinkles his nose. “You sound like my grandma.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine. Maybe I’ll work out or, like, keep organizing my stuff.”
Cash leans back, kicking his legs up on the empty chair next to him, spoon dangling from his fingers. “You’ve been here over a week and you’re still not unpacked?”
Of course I am.Mostly.
Cash nods, his eyes cutting to Turner. “You hear that, Skaggs? She’s staying home all day. You should stick around, too—you look like you could use a nap.”
Turner’s jaw tenses, and I can feel the shift in the room.
“You’re crabby as hell. You know what you need? A good, hard?—”
“Cash,” Turner cuts him off, the word coming out clipped, sharp.
“—Workout,” he finishes, waggling his thick eyebrows. “What’d you think I was gonna say? That you need a good, hard fuck?”
Turner’s jaw clenches so hard I can practically hear his molars grinding together.
It’s the first time I’ve seen him looking perturbed.
“You’re being crude,” he mutters, dropping his spoon into the empty bowl with a loud clatter.
Cash shrugs his wide shoulders, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head with a lazy, shit-eating grin.
“Crude? Crude?! Dude—I’m beinghonest.Y’all look like turd buckets.I’mthe one who was up all night boning Paige and I’m fresh as a fucking daisy!”
I glance at Turner again, who is staring straight ahead at the wall as if counting for patience, jaw tight, fingers drumming against the table in a restless, agitated rhythm.
Cash continues, obliviously. “You sure you don’t want to go to the gym, Skaggs? Blow off some steam? You look like you’re about to bite someone’s head off.”
Turner inhales deeply, nostrils flaring. “I said I’m good.”
“Bruh, that’s your problem.” Our roommate leans forward, eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re too good. Too pent-up. I’m only suggesting you take care of that. A guy’s got needs and from the looks of you, I’d say it’s been a while.”
Turner stands, the legs of the chair scraping against the floor, and finally, finally, his eyes meet mine.
“Going to hit the shower,” he mutters, and then he’s gone, disappearing down the hall without another word. “Then I’m running errands.”
Cash makes a hissing sound low in his throat. “What crawled uphisass?”
“Beats me,” I say,even though I know exactly what’s up his ass.Me. Last night.
And the fact that I can’t tell if it was the best thing that’s ever happened to him or the worst.
“Man, what a grump,” he goes on. “I swear, it’s like he’s on his period.”
I roll my eyes. “Must be.”
This guy is beyond.
