I fail.
“God, these are soooo amazing.” Why can’t mine ever taste this good?
Jayden gives me a weird look, then turns back to the waitress. “I’m good, too.”
She leaves us to finish our meal.
I reach over to his plate, scooping some of his burrito filling onto my fork, and sample it. “Yours is delicious, too. But not as good as mine.”
He follows suit, tasting my food. His mouth turns into a slight pout. “You’re right, yours is better than mine.”
“That’s because I’m a pro when it comes to ordering at restaurants.” I wave my fork around as I talk, punctuating each word as though conducting an orchestra.
Jayden and I return to the movie discussion we’d been having before the waitress approached the table. As much as we want to discuss Bernard and the case, this isn’t the place.
“Hey, fancy meeting you two here,” a familiar male voice says.
I glance up from my plate.
“I take it you needed to build up your energy levels after completing our homework,” Blake says. Virginia’s standing next to him, holding his hand.
“Homework? Oh. Right. The homework.” The one involving mouthwash and Jayden’s or my nipples.
The one that neither of us is planning to do.
“That’s right. With all the exercise we didafterthe assignment,” I say, “I was famished.”
Blake and Virginia grin knowingly at us.
“I know what you mean,” she says. “After all that post-assignment exercise, I can eat a large steak.”
Damn, just how much sex did they have?
And more importantly, exactly what were they doing during sex to burn that many calories? It had to be something athletic.
With a trapeze.
And trampolines.
And whatever else those two are into.
I can guarantee that all the sex I’ve had in the past—combined—wouldn’t burn enough calories to warrant these enchiladas.
But none of my past boyfriends had turned intercourse into a calorie-burning activity. The sex was usually over before I had a chance to even build a tiny bead of sweat.
“I can’t wait to see what we’ll be doing tomorrow in the group session.” Blake pulls out the empty chair next to Jayden. He gestures for Virginia to sit on it. She’s close enough to be practically sitting on Jayden’s lap.
Jayden smiles at her, keeping whatever he’s really thinking off his face.
I follow his lead, squelching down the tinge of jealousy squirming inside me.
Jealousy I have no right feeling—he and I are just friends.
Except she doesn’t know that. She thinks I’m his wife.
So maybe I should be instigating a catfight. Pulling her off my man…even though he technically isn’t mine.
She’s not aware of that, either.
