“I probably already did,” I mumbled. I rinsed off and reached out of the shower to pluck a clean towel from the rack.
“How so?” Oliver questioned.
I tied the towel around my waist, opened the curtain, and walked right by him into my room, slightly slamming the door to ensure he got the message that he was not welcome.
“Harrison, did you guys hook up? Are you together? I knew it.” His voice came through muffled from the other side of the door.
I opened the top drawer of my dresser and grabbed a clean T-shirt, excited to be reunited with clothes that I hadn’t had in my suitcase the past five days.
“Come on, tell me,” he said, his voice getting louder.
It was clear Oliver wasn’t going to let this go, and I supposed maybe I could use his advice.
I threw open my door and shouldered him out of the way before trudging back into the living room and crashing on the couch.
“Something happened. Okay. You happy?” I waved a hand as he strode into the living room and folded his arms across his chest.
“Of course I’m happy. I've been trying to get you two together from day one. Now tell me everything.”
I groaned and dragged my hands over my face before relaying a basic synopsis of Lila and my time together in Greece. Skipping over some of the more intimate moments, of course. He might be my best friend, but he didn’t deservethosekinds of details.
“You were right. Lila is incredible, but I probably messed it all up.”
“How could you possibly have messed it all up in such a short amount of time? I know you’re capable, but that’s fast even for you.”
I launched a pillow at his face but he caught it with ease, irritating me further.
“The flight home was so weird. I kept psyching myself up to say something, but I couldn't figure out what. I just sat there like an idiot.”
“So you just kissed her goodbye and left?”
“No.” I grimaced.
“You didn't kiss her goodbye?” He looked appalled.
“I side-hugged her.”
“Aside hug. Why didn't you just tattoo ‘I just want to be friends’ across your forehead.”
“Because I don’t.”
Oliver whistled and shook his head. “That’s what she thinks, guaranteed.”
“No, she doesn’t,” I insisted, although I wasn’t sure what I thought she thought. I couldn’t tell whether the flight home had been weird because I was making it weird or because she was second guessing everything. Maybe I wasn’t as appealing under the harsh fluorescent lights of reality. Maybe she regretted it all.
My chest tightened at the possibility.
“Dude, I can see you spiraling. It’s written all over your face.”
“I’m not spiraling,” I lied.
“You’re forgetting that I know you better than anyone,” Oliver pointed out.
“Fine. Maybe I am spiraling.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, forcing the pounding in my head to recede. “I don’t know what to say to her.”
Oliver snorted. “You say how you feel, dumbass.”
“I don’t want to freak her out.”
