Then I got excited.
That big king bed and a room with a view of tranquil blue waters?
Oh yeah.
Very excited.
The next day was Super Bowl Sunday and Knox and I were at a big party at Mace and Stella’s.
Everyone was there. Stella had laid out a massive nacho station in her dining room. But there were chips, dips, and bowls of M&Ms and cashews all around.
I was scrunched in a chair with Knox, not watching the game.
Watching other things.
“This is—” I began.
“Don’t,” he warned, eyes to the TV.
“But it’s?—”
“Babe, leave it.”
I crossed my arms on my chest and stewed.
I felt Knox’s attention shift from the game to me, so I looked at him.
“Didn’t you learn from us that it’s gotta go how it’s gotta go?” he asked.
I did not concede this point.
Because Roam and Alice were avoiding each other like the plague, and I wasn’t the only one who noticed. Moses’s eyes followed both of them. Shirleen’s did too.
Oh, and Cap’s did too.
And Gemma kept casting longing glances at Brady, who was pretending she was just a bud, thus staking her in the heart with every bullshit friend move he made.
But Liam and Shanti had this act down pat. They were both acting like they were besties. Joking. Ribbing. Giving each other shit.
And they weren’t fooling anyone, not even themselves.
Last, now that I’d seen Lan’s reaction, I was watching him watch Joey.
Joey was clueless, but not because she was clueless. Because Lan was doing such a good job hiding he was watching her. It was only that I’d caught his frown at the wedding committee meeting that I could see it.
I leaned into Knox’s ear and told him, “You need to have chats with them.”
“Not gonna happen.”
I pulled away and demanded, “Why not?”
“Luna, you wanted to keep us a secret so everyone would stay out of our shit.”
“Yeah, but we were sleeping together then, not dancing around each other like idiots.”
“Then we danced around each other like idiots for thirteen months.”
It totally sucked when his point bested mine.
