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“Yeah, it’s good. I can call an Uber or whatever.”
“It’s like three in the morning.” She bit her lip in a way that made my heart flip in my chest. “You…you can stay if that’s easier.”
Fuck me. I never stay. I. Never. Stay.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’ll stay.”
It’s just one time. It’ll be fine.
My eyes fluttered open at the sound of my phone going off. My head wasn’t pounding. My stomach wasn’t nauseous. And as I looked over at Lena, sleeping soundly in my T-shirt, I realized that neither of us had been drunk last night.
I can’t write this off as a drunk mistake.
I ripped my phone up from where I’d plugged it in only a few hours before. It was almost six o’clock in the morning, and I knew Lena had set her alarm for six-thirty. I needed to get the fuck out of there before I ended up sharing breakfast or some shit with her.
I had already broken all my rules.
Clumsily but quietly, I slid on my jeans and Vans—and scheduled an Uber. I needed a shirt, but there was no way in hell I was waking up Lena to get it back. Talk about the walk of shame.
Creeping out of her bedroom, I closed the door behind me and then ran my fingers through my hair. I had made a major mistake. We didn’t even like each other, and now I’d gone and not only fucked up my own feelings, but Lena’s too.
I mean, we cuddled last night.
Jackson Whiss doesn’t cuddle.
I stepped into the living room, surprised to see a light on, and whipped my head around to the small kitchen, my jaw dropping as Maeve stood there with a cup of coffee in her hands…looking equally shocked to see me.
“What…you are the one who stayed over?” Her eyebrows were sky-high. “I can’t…oh my god…”
“Yeah, can we not make this a big deal right now?” I cleared my throat, still sounding groggy as hell.
“Um, this is a big deal. My best friend doesn’t do one-night stands.”
And that comment only confirmed my suspicions.
“Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything,” I said unevenly.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “You like her.”
“Nope,” I quipped, heading right for the front door.
“Where’s your shirt?”
I shook my head as she giggled at me, ripping the front door open just as the Uber pulled up outside. Maeve knew exactly where my shirt was. And normally, I wouldn’t even care, but there was just one problem. I would have to see Lena again…
Friday night at practice.
I’m so fucked.
13
LENA
“So…do you wanna talk about what happened last night?” Maeve said carefully when I stepped into the house after a long— very long—day at work.
My shoulders slouched and I dropped my bag on the floor beside the door. “I don’t…I don’t know. Like, I’m so mad at you for leaving me to try and find a roommate.”
“Listen,” Maeve began, pushing her hair behind her ear. “I don’t want it to put a strain on you financially. I’ll pay my share of the rent until you find a roommate. It’s not that big of a deal.”
