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“We are literally the last people on the face of the planet that should be living together.”
“It won’t be that bad.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” I mutter under my breath.
“Brynn’s actually really chill and super easy to live with. She picks up after herself and helped my mom a ton growing up. She can cook and doesn’t take an hour in the bathroom. You could do a hell of a lot worse. Besides, you guys were friends once, remember? Before you made it your life’s mission to piss each other off?”
Yeah, I fucking remember. I remember because I also remember when it changed. At some point, early sophomore year, she became sullen and moody, and all of sudden hated my guts.
I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, actually. Mostly because I don’t understand it and wonder what things would be likebetween us if it had never happened—if I hadn’t become her nemesis. Would we be good friends?More?
What the fuck am I saying? This is exactly why living with her is a bad idea.
“That was a long time ago,” I say, my tone flat.
“Things change. They can change again.”
Fuck. He’s not helping.
And he’s not wrong.
Ever since we got here, my dick’s been jumping to attention every time she’s around. If Teagan only knew the thoughts I’d had about his sister after the night at Bradd’s, he’d think twice about suggesting she live with me.
Speaking of my third arm . . . “How the hell am I supposed to bring chicks back to my place with her there, huh? I highly doubt she’s gonna be comfortable with that shit.”
“So you have to keep it in your pants a while longer. It’s worth it.”
Is it though?
Me sexually deprived with Brynn at my disposal, feels dangerous. Like playing with fire.
I groan and lean forward because this conversation isn’t going the way I imagined, and I’m trying my hardest not to be a jerk. The scary truth is, the idea of Brynn living with me doesn’t sound all that bad. In fact, I kind of like it, which is how Iknowit’s a terrible idea.
“You said you’d look after her for me,” Teagan says, his tone hard. “Or was that all bullshit?”
I massage the knot in my forehead, wondering how I got myself into this mess. Why do I have to be such a good friend?
“How do you even know she’ll accept? Brynn is hardheaded and she hates me. She’d probably rather live with Ozzy Osbourne’s secret love child back at the dorms.”
“Because you won’t take no for an answer.”
Shit.
When I don’t respond right away, he adds, “I know she seems like she’s made of stone, but she’s not. Trust me. She’s a lot more fragile than she looks, and the last thing I want is for her to retreat into her shell again. She tends to expect the worst, you know? I’m not sure how much faith she has in people.”
I frown. He said something similar the day I helped move her in. Why do I get the feeling there’s something he’s not telling me?
The last thing I want is for her to retreat into her shellagain.Like something had happened once before to make her shut the world out. It’s an apt description for how quickly she changed and stopped hanging out with us. But I don’t say any of these things, nor do I ask Teagan about it. Not only because I know he’d take Brynn’s secrets to the grave, but because Brynn is none of my damned business, and I need to keep it that way, even if I’m now wondering what it is I don’t know about her.
I stare at Brynn, unblinking; I can practically see the wheels spinning in her head.
“You’re joking, right?” One corner of her mouth quirks in a smirk as she peers around my shoulder, looking for someone who isn’t there, as if she thinks she’s being punked.
Like I would joke about this.
“I wish I was, but unless housing gets off their ass and does something, you have no choice. It’s the only solution that makes sense.”
“Um, forgive me, but how does the two of us sharing the same space make any sense at all? We can barely breathe the same air without strangling each other.”
